Varda’s POV I shifted my gaze to Fransisca, my eyes wide open at her in disbelief. She sighed heavily as she rose to her feet and adjusted the hem of her skimpy dress. “As much as I do not like Varda, she has a point.”“The feeling is mutual.” I mumbled. Fransisca completely ignored me, continuing to speak. “I told you I would not be able to accompany you and Asher to the park for his birthday tomorrow because well, my mother is sick and I need to be there for her. It would not be a bad idea if Varda tagged along instead, Asher really enjoys her company, plus if she says she has something better planned for Asher than I think that is even a great idea.” She explained. Oh so she was not really on my side, she just had bigger things to worry about. “Right?” I chirped in, a small smile plastered on my face. “What do you have planned in mind for him?” Stephen asked. Nothing. To be very honest, I had absolutely nothing planned in mind for him. This was just me trying to use him as a
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