
“Serena, we gotta talk about Laurene’s baby shower tomorrow,” Mama said when I answered.
Great.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, trying to sound cheerful.
“You’re responsible for getting us the perfect present,” she said matter-of-factly. “I’m stressed enough dealing with Reese’s mother and sister’s tacky dΓ©cor.”
Buzz. Another text from the project site. I didn’t look at it.
I rubbed my temples, my eyes fluttering shut as the pressure built up. A little throb in my head told me a migraine was brewing.
“Make sure it’s something really special. We don’t want to look like we’re just showing up with any old thing,” Mama continued.
“Right,” I murmured.
“Also, I need you to coordinate with Erik. He’s already had a brilliant lunch with that investor from Charleston—the real estate one with the vineyard son? He’s lining something up with the Heritage Commission too. He’s doing so well lately.” She said it like it was news. Like it hadn’t been the headline of every conversation since January.
I opened my eyes.
“I thought I was coordinating with the commission. Since when does he deal with anything related to my company?”
“You were,” she said vaguely. “Either way, he’s handling it now. That lets you handle the baby shower.”
She said it so easy. Like it was nothing.
“Understood,” I said, my voice smooth, unbothered. “I’ve got it covered.”
Through the tinted window, I watched my contractor storm out to scream at the crew again. Another mistake. Another delay.
“And I need you to run to the florist and handle the new arrangements I made. The flowers they tried to give us were poor quality. Too…common. You know what I like. Make sure they’re at the country club in an hour.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but she continued.
“Make sure you’re there early to help set up. And bring me a latte from CafΓ© L’Amour while you’re on your way too. Oat milk, sugar-free syrup. We just need the right gift to tie it all together.” Another pause. “Did I already say that?”
“Yes, Mama. I’ve got it handled.”
“Good,” Mama said, and the call ended without a goodbye.
I stared at the dark screen for a beat too long.
If I screamed, no one would hear it through the soundproof glass.
If I cried, it would smear my mascara.

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