With the talk of the Haunts suitor, or whatever one wanted to call it, Ale had nothing to add. Cattle served one purpose, and it wasn’t dating entertainment. But, to each their own.
“Always made me laugh at how some parents think they have everything settled and picked out for their kids.” But she was never going to be the belle of the ball her mother wanted.
As Jennifer smiled while talking about the guy, Ale wasn’t able to return the smile. Maybe it was her upbringing, or maybe it was years upon years of going it alone. But nothing good came from playing with your food.
Shrugging as she kept trying to dance. An effort was made, but she still wasn’t getting the hang of it. “My mother was one of elegance, throwing the best parties and charity events.” But her daughter would never fit the ideal mold.
Artistic waving of flags? That did not sound exciting. At all.
failure