Natalie pointed at me with one of her crutches, her order leaving no room for argument. I met her gaze in the wood-framed mirror of my foyer, where I’d been fussing with my hair for the last five minutes. She glared at me menacingly before thrusting a glass of white wine into my line of vision. She’d poured the drink for me an hour ago, and I had yet to touch a drop even though she insisted I needed to relax. Knowing a command when I heard it—and respecting that she knew best because she hadn’t steered me wrong yet—I finally took the wine and slumped down into a funky seventies chair that my father had sent for my last birthday. He’d never been a big part of my life, but he’d tried to make amends by sending the occasional gift from his buying ventures. “I’m nervous,” I explained, focusing on the clock now that the mirror was out of the question. We’d started off in my bedroom, but as the time ticked down to Trey’s arrival I’d been too nervous to stay upstairs, peeking out the window every other minute, so we’d moved down to the foyer.
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