Betty
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My spine locked, and my mother’s eyes jumped between Trent and me, her gaze sharp with suspicion. It was as though her eyes were asking what is going on between me and Trent.
And if I hadn’t m*********d thinking about Trent, my body would have shrivelled beneath her gaze.
She took an inhale and dragged her gaze back to Trent. “Do you mean like now?”
Trent nodded. “Yeah.” An innocent smile formed on his lips. “Betty had been working hard. She hasn’t gone out. I just thought she could do something fun so her holiday wouldn’t be just plain boring.”
Her gaze still sliced to me like I was the one who had suggested it.
“It’s not serious.” Trent added quickly. “Just a friend thinking about a friend.”
My mother stared at us for a while, and then she sighed. “Fine, she can swim.
