“I knew it!” Jeanette’s eyes gleamed with triumph as she leaned back on the bed, a smug smirk curling on her lips at my admission. “I mean, I wasn’t completely sure at first, but you just confirmed it!” She cackled happily, “See, there was no way that that handsome man was in love with you. He had probably agreed to come home and parade himself as your boyfriend just because he feels sorry for you.”
Ouch.
But she wasn’t done.
Jeanette leaned forward with a devious look in her eyes, “Did you have some dirt on him? Is that what this was? Maybe that was why he agreed to be your date in the first place, because I’m willing to bet with everything I have that you are not that man’s type.”
What was it with everyone suddenly thinking they knew what Jaime's type should be?
My sister stared ab
