My Sister Texted That 47 People Were Coming to My Beach House for Four Days and Told Me to Stock the Fridge

of will might still somehow open my gate.

Then my mother called again.

“Bella,” she said immediately, voice tight with humiliation. “Open the gate so we can discuss this privately.”

“No.”

“People are upset.”

“They should be.”

“You’re enjoying this.”

That surprised me enough to laugh softly. “No. What I’m enjoying is finally not cleaning up Paige’s mess.”

“She’s continue reading …