“But Mom and Dad said I should respect older people.”
Her mom laughed softly at the passenger seat. “Honey, you can call him Skip from now on. He’s Aunt Are’s good friend.” Aunt Are.
I blinked and shook the thought off of my brain.
“Okay, then. You can answer my question now, Skip.”
“Okay, thank you, Anna. Well, unfortunately, I haven’t met Harry Styles in person, but maybe one day we can arrange and go to his concert. How does it sound?”
Her hand held my thigh. With wide eyes, she gushed, “Really? I would love to!”
“Sure. I will check out online about his concert schedule.” I hoped one day, I could tell her how I met her mother.
Arella seemed so quiet, and with what had happened earlier it felt like unreal to me. It was too good to be true, but I knew I was not dreaming. And I didn
