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Chapter Eight: The Plan
Miya POV “I was thinking of inviting someone for dinner,” I said. My hands were folded around my glass, and as soon as I'd spoken the words, I quickly took the straw in my mouth again, staring out the window and sucking in sweet strawberry bloodshake while half the family dropped their forks. Granny Sarah was the first to recover. “My, my. How quickly you’re making new friends here! This is wonderful, isn’t it?” She nudged dad, furrowing her brow and motioning with her eyes for him to pick his fork back up. “Yes, well, I’d certainly like to think so,” mom replied, examining my face. Already, I could tell she was suspicious of my motives. “Who is it?” “Um,” I fidgeted under her intense scrutiny, doing everything in my power not to meet her eye without adding suspicion. It was... harder
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