Brittany’s POV

Twenty minutes later, I'm sitting on my bathroom floor, staring at a plastic stick that's about to determine the entire course of my future.

Lorenzo is in the kitchen, and I can hear him trying to charm Grandma Layla through the thin walls. She's always been suspicious of him, especially since our breakup, so he's laying it on thick with compliments about her cooking and asking about her health.

Manipulative bastard.

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