"Cool jersey." Mom comments the moment I walk through the door.
She's lounging on the couch with Daniel who is leaning into her, his hand clasped in hers, and they're watching some documentary on TV.
"It's a souvenir." I reply as I head for the stairs.
"Are you still going to the party?" Mom calls after me.
"Yeah. I'll take a shower first."
"You'll be responsible tonight, won't you, Bella?"
It's a shocker that Mom is not being fussy about me going to the party, so I'm quick to pass her a nod.
"Trust me. I won't disappoint you."
"Be back by midnight."
"Of course."
She narrows her eyes like she's trying to figure out what's different about me but I don't wait for the verdict. I keep walking up the stairs, crossing fingers that she won't ask questions.
If she ever finds out t
