Samantha

As soon as the door opened, mom walked in first looking impressed. The problem was that I couldn't tell the reason, if it was my appearance or the fact that I had ignored her calls and texts.

At least, she had her focus on me, and not on Cassandra this time. So my promise to Cassandra was valid.

I bet Cassandra must have already formed some sort of defensive speech concerning my looks. But mom didn't look like she would go that path anyway.

"You don't look happy to see me?" Mom said ...