ASTRID
I skim my eyes across the list before lifting my gaze to meet my mom’s overly cheerful expression. “I can’t believe I skipped having lunch with my colleagues for this.”
My mom raises her brows, her expression dark with disapproval. “You spend all day with them. I’m just asking for a few hours.”
“To go over some lame list? Mom, I don’t care about these parties. You know that.”
“Well, I do, but it doesn’t hurt to try dragging you into it.” She perches on the corner of the desk, crossing her hands. “So, what do you think about the list?”
We’re in Dad’s study, going over the guest list for the party my mom is hosting this week. They got back late Saturday night and I didn’t expect to see them until later in the week.
“You are my daughter and you must do this with me. Your dad i
