Share

49

That had been the first day she called me by the nickname she named me. And I knew that didn't mean the kind of affection you expect in a mother-daughter relationship. I knew that although there was an arrogant tone in his voice always so neutral, there was also respect. And just for that, or for so many bisy relatives within reach of our conversation, I got closer and passed a hug around yours, pulling her with me to where my vision flashed over Kendall and her red tube dress.

"I found you! "She said, pushing a bag towards me. "Are you ready to enjoy the night on the French streets?

My mother laughed softly, touching my arm with one of her slender hands.

"You should wait until Liz throws the bouquet. Leaving before that can be bad luck.

Superstitious as it was, Kendall widened her eyes and sat in the nearest chair. "You're right.

I didn't even have time to laugh, a confusion of voices and jumps echoed around me, and Lizzie was in front of the group of women, tilting and stretching he
Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status