Nova
“You should wear this dress to meet your parents,” Kris says as she holds up one of Ava’s dresses.
We are in Ava’s closet, looking for something for me to wear to meet my parents. I am nervous just thinking about it that I am hardly paying attention to the clothes.
“Nova,” Kris huffs.
I glance at her as I wring my hands. “Yeah?” I shake my head, “Yeah, it’s great.”
“You didn’t even look,” Kris frowns.
“I’m sorry. I am just thinking about what my parents will think of me. Will they like me?” I sigh.
Kris returns the dress, “Sweetheart, your parents have waited five years to see you. They love you no matter what.”
“I put them through so much grief. What if they resent me?” I say as a stray tear wanders down my cheek.
Kris takes my hand and wipes the tear from my cheek, “They wo
