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I should have known this would happen. The moment I entered the Jones house, Mrs. Jones tackled me with a fierce hug. " Oh, my God, Arabella! I missed you, child! Where have you been? Why didn't you keep in touch? And why didn't you tell us you have a daughter?" She bombarded me with a lot of questions. It made my head spin. " Mom, you're suffocating, Bella. Let go of her, geez! Can you at least let her sit first?" Collette came to my rescue, and I looked at her, secretly thanking her. " Oh, yeah, yeah, of course. Come, Bella, let's get you inside. We have so much to talk about, but first, let me take a look at that famous little girl of yours." Mrs. Jones said and ushered me inside the house. When we entered the living room, the first thing I saw was Liam and his girlfriend being co