Chapter Twenty-Three
Viola
Weston’s leans back in the recliner, hands clasped behind his head, watching me and his mother laugh together as we sit next to each other on the couch in her living room.
She had been waiting for us at the airport upon our arrival. Wes said he hadn’t expected her, but she wanted to pick him up and met us as we headed out the main entrance.
I know he hadn’t planned for me to meet his mother, at least not the minute we arrived in California, but we hit it off right away. His mother insisted on taking us both to lunch and after, we headed back to her house where we’ve been chatting ever since.
“Honestly, Viola, you haven't changed much from when you were ten and running around with Weston and Mark. You are as lovely now as then. Don’t you agree, Weston?”
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