Ella:
Watching Mary’s fake ass walk in with her equally fake daughter made my heart drop a couple of tons to the ground. Mary wore a pink halterneck top and tight bootleg jeans looking as though she would pick up a customer outside a cheap NY club while Bridget was dressed in a white strappy mini dress. Pushing her botox lips too far apart, she sported a sham smile cooing, “Ella, my dearest daughter, how are you darling?” she asked, hugging and kissing me with absolutely zero affection from my end.
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