Two weeks later, a limo showed up at Bryna’s condo. She had her Louis Vuitton luggage packed and had gotten an excuse to miss cheer for that night even though it was the week before the conference championship game in San Francisco.
After clinching the division, Bryna had suffered through her Thanksgiving holiday. Celia had tried too hard to make Thanksgiving perfect. Her father had seemed to hover over her more than usual, as if it wasn’t bad enough that he had married her. Pace had proceeded to constantly annoy the s**t out of Bryna while talking about attending LV State in the spring. The only people who hadn’t bugged her were Celia’s youngest children, the twins, and it was because they hadn’t said anything.
She was most thankful that she’d had an excuse to vanish from home in L.A. a
