The Birthday Party Where My Mother’s Perfect Image Cracked

my mother “co-chaired” the event.

Derek was at table seven. Dark hair, bright hazel eyes, the kind of smile that made you feel like it was just for you.

When I came around with the tray, he looked up. “Those look dangerous,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“If I eat too many, I’ll have to add an extra hour to my workout tomorrow.”

I smiled. “Well, I can take the continue reading …