Once ensconced in her room, Everly plunked down the dress box with a flourish, fully prepared to unveil its contents. But her fingers froze mid-air as her phone started vibrating like a hyperactive hummingbird. A quick glance revealed it was a message from Mother June, and she responded with the speed of a caffeinated racehorse.
After firing off her reply, she perched on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, tapping her chin with it in a thoughtful gesture. The gears in her head were turning so fast, they could have powered a small city.
Should she invite Mother June, Maria, and Olivia to the party tomorrow?
Mother June was like the real deal when it came to parental figures, miles better than Charles and Anna.
