HURT LIKE HELL

　　TIARA

　　Everyone’s attention was on me since the presentations were so embarrassing. No better way to put it than that.

　　“Oh, okay!” With all the commotion going on, she flung her hands in the air. She glanced at Vincent and, from her seat at the kitchen table, glared down her glasses at him. “I am Anne Glare, Tiara’s mother. Getting to know you is a good thing.” She gave me another scowl. “And I’m certain Tiara feels the ...