“This new girl though, she’s pretty,” Ma stated, passing the plate of cookies to me. She
opened the fridge next to the oven and grabbed the milk and glasses.
The image of her melted away like mist before the sun. “Ma,” I said.
She gave Tripp a subtle wink, giving him a glass and pouring milk inside.
“Have you met her, Tripp?” Mom asked.
“No, I know of her though. She’s related to the Pierce family,” Tripp said.
“Ohhh,” Mom said.
“Yep, a billion-dollar family,” Tripp said.
My voice was laced with irritation. “I don’t care about her money.”
“We know, honey. I didn’t raise you to look at someone based on looks or financial gain,”
Mom told me.
“What do you need to put up in the garage?” I tugged at my collar, wrapping an arm
around her shoulder.
“A few boxes in the corner need
