TWENTY-THREE
“Just you and your sisters?” Charley asked.
Seated on Charley’s bed while her friend got ready for dinner, Poppy was already dressed, though she couldn’t say she was ready.
“And my dad,” Poppy said. “And Preston and Tiller.”
“And you’re not freaking out?” The long pause without an answer took Charley’s focus from the mirror and the lip gloss. “You know you can handle anything.”
Inhaling, Poppy nodded. “I’m worried about Violet more than anything. I think his focus will land on her. But this was my idea, I don’t want her to be punished for it.”
“Guy’s an asshole,” Charley said, returning to her makeup. “I hope he comes for you, I really do. Turner will flatten him.”
From being annoyed about the relationship, Charley sure was coming to terms with it fast. Poppy felt bless
