"My father will not be attending" I shot back at Tiffany as Logan gave her a warning glare "and it's clearly none of your business."
Tiffany shot me a dirty look. I eyeballed her, my hands clenching into fists. I wasn't above punching her in the face and giving her a black eye if she kept pissing me off, I had done it once before and she would do well to remember that. She stiffened and then fell silent.
I put some lasagne on my plate and sniffed it appreciatively. Logan remembered it was one of my favorite meals. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. My mother would make lasagne on special occasions, especially for my birthday. I ate it eagerly, as Logan watched me indulgently.
"Don't you want to watch your weight?" cut in Tiffany looking scandalized.
I put down my fork. I looked d
