Mia's POV:

She looked like she wanted to argue but I smiled at her. “Think about it like a sleepover. But, I'm much more older.” I said.

“You're telling me to think of it like having a sleepover with my mom.” She said lifting her brows.

I scowled playfully. “I'm just twenty-four!” I said. “Just ten years older than you.”

“Eleven.” Talia corrected.

“Not old enough to be your mother,” I said, proudly, taking her bag away.

“Are you sure about that?” Melanie ...