Before I could say or do anything more, she had me in a tight hug, more like a death grip. But I didn’t mind. I was just relieved to feel accepted by this woman. She was, after all, one of the most important people in the twin's life and probably had a lot of influence over them, so I would love it if we were all able to get along.
“Don’t you look pretty.” she smiled at me. I should probably compliment her back, but for the first time, I seemed to be at a total loss for words. Good job brain, thank you for coming through for me, I thought sarcastically to myself.
I did manage a smile, however, which at this moment felt like a minor miracle. I didn't want to say that I was desperate for her to like me, only I was, and ignoring her was not going to do me any favours. I hope that she unders
