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That project was Ever After Catering

At first, even the nareat na caterer, but after Mason left I had about as much faith in my own ability to find happily ever after as I did the tooth fairy

But now…

But now, nothing You can’t trust hiain, you’ll just be giving heartbreak an engraved invitation to RSVP

“Well?” Aria reaches for her back pocket where her cell phone always lives “A Uncle Jim?”

“No” I shakefor seven days, and then he’ll be out of ood with no more surprises”

“A life without surprises…” Melody sighs as she sinks into Dad’s overstuffed armchair “That sounds like the worst kind of life there is”

“There are lots of worse kinds of lives,” Aria says with an exaggerated roll of her eyes that ain “Like life with cancer Or war”

“Life with leprosy,” I add

“Life with chronic body odor,” Aria counters

“Life with chronic body odor and an oozing leprous sore on your face,” I say, ignoring Melody’s insistence that this game isn’t funny

“Life with chronic body odor and an oozing sore and a shriveled ar Melody moan

I’s and smothers my happiness like a blanket over a fire

It’s six o’clock

Mason is here

Chapter 5

Lark

“I’ll be back later!” I grab et sucked into sister drama

I wrench open the door, ignoring the way eous as ever—there really should be a law against ex-boyfriends being this cute—and jab a finger toward the street “Let’s go”