Eleanor’s POV.

“Well, if this isn’t a surprise,” my mother greets me.

Her eyes glide up my body, taking in my slacks and blouse. Their wrinkled appearance causes her overly-botoxed face to wrinkle in disapproval. Her freshly plumped lips land on my cheek, the loud smack of her kiss loud in my ear. Forcing myself to not flinch, I pull back with a bright smile on my face.

“Sorry for not calling in advance,” I apologize to my mother.

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