Trent POV
I quietly left the house with Jimmy walking me to the porch. Jas had slept off, so did her mom.
Weeks ago, if you told me the day of my ball was going to reverse and take a turn to bliss, I would've been laughing in your face, but it was actually more than I could express. I've been worried sick about the affliction this day might bring ever since I learned about the ball, but Jas altered and modified it with nothing expensive but flawlessly with contentment.
Abby was kind and different from the mothers I've met. She came off so welcoming and generous. Offering diffusing warmth and benevolence, rather than businesses, expectations, and greed. She wanted me to feel loved, as she believed I needed.
While I strolled back home, there were pounds of joy at what Jas had written
