61. Over analyzing

Abigail Hayes

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Wow.

“Wowww.” Olivia echoed my thoughts.

I knew George was from a rich family but that didn’t mean I wasn’t surprised to see his childhood home. It wasn’t huge but it was expensive and we hadn’t seen the inside yet.

George and I had agreed to have dinner at his house. It was just a formal meeting between the parents so we didn’t have to go out or anything. Besides, if a random person found out about a meeting like this, it would make it onto the tabloids. No one wanted that kind of attention.

I was grateful George was the kind of man who tried so hard not to leave digital traces of himself. It meant not many people recognized him.

“Are we going to continue staring at the house or are we going to go in?” My mother asked, breaking Olivia and me from our trance.

She couldn’t blame us. We liked pretty things and the house was as pretty as they came.

It got us moving anyway. We walked up the decorated porch until we got to the door, but before I could ring the doorbell,