Elizabeth
I stood in the middle of my new living room with boxes all around me, my hands on my hips, and my two mothers in the kitchen. Between my mom and aunt Meg, I didn’t know who bought what and where what was supposed to go, and what furniture was going to fill this place or even when it would be arriving.
All I knew was that I started my morning with a hangover, and now I was moving into my own apartment. I walked over to the windows which looked out over the corner of the street. The window panes were beautifully crafted wood and there was a sliding door that stepped out onto a small patio with a gazebo that was completely overgrown with white roses.
White roses… really aunt Meg? There were pots with dirt, and I guess there were some sorts of plants in there at some point.
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