I stare in the mirror of my bathroom and let out the breath that I was holding. My red hair was curled and my make up was a smokey look. I was dressed in a black leather jacket and a purple tank top with black leather skinny jeans and black boots.
A lot of blacks. I know. But I'm forced to wear this because Beth is making me because Ace is picking the twins up for the weekend.
It's been a week since the movie incident and a week since the big fight. He only texted me last night asking for the kids. I was hesitant at first, but I decided to accept. I don't want to look like the bad guy when he is. So the only way to not look the part is to not play that card.
"Babe, hurry. He'll be here any minute!" Beth yells from the living room.
I let out a breath and shake my hands before opening th
