While the mates and the young couple were away on their trip, a wheel of misfortune was spun.
Maeve had been released from the hospital and it had been her mother who flew down to help her. Her and her older sister Tamatha. Now while both meant well it grated Maeve's last good nerve to have them there.
Because as soon as she no longer looked like s**t, they took that as the green light to start ripping on her.
"Why aren't you married? He would have protected you from these things!"
"Really sis? This wallpaper is so ugly! We'll pick out some nicer ones tomorrow."
"Junk, junk, and more junk. No wonder you're going on late night runs! You're burning off all the debbie cakes!"
"Wow, this is your wardrobe? I have a stylist I can introduce you too if I want."
"Ha! She doesn't need
