Maddison Lorenzo.
I'm in Fuchsia's room, sitting cross-legged on her bed. I'm dressed and ready for college, my bag packed. Fuchsia is taking forever with her curls at the vanity. I'm supposed to be texting Carl to tell him we need to talk, but right as I'm typing the message, my phone buzzes with a notification from the online marketplace.
A new customer. They've listed five items they want to buy. The cream gown, a pair of heels, two blouses. My heart does a little leap. I immediately stop my draft to Carl and start typing back, negotiating prices and confirming a safe, public drop-off location. Perfect.
"Mad-dy?" Fuchsia's voice pulls me from my focus.
“Mm?” I look up from the bed.
“Do my curls look okay?”
“Yeah.” I say automatically. “Curl the left side a little more.”
She hums
