Chapter 20. A Bit Defensive

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I scoffed at the statement, shifting on my pot as I gulped, *“Why me? I have no problems when it comes to that; you don’t have to worry about me—you don’t have to worry about either of us,”* I argued, making her raise a brow as she leaned back, face full of skepticism as her gaze flickered up and down my whole being.

I threw her a scolding look, *“What you’re thinking, it’s not happening,”*

Her chest rose, *“Really now? Because I couldn’t paint the expression on your face when these boxes came,”* she quizzed,

I groaned, rolling my eyes at her investigative rebuttal, *“Mom, I was just shocked, alright–”*

*“Is he handsome?”* she asked.

I laughed, *“What?”*

She grinned, *“Is he handsome? Is he some pretty boy?”* she asked again.

I bit my lip, *“He is…”*

*“SEE!”*

*“That doesn’t mean anything!”*

I waved her off, couldn’t help but giggle at t