MIRELA

It wasn’t enough that Arlene had stolen my thunder by having the highest bids ever recorded in any auction; she also had to make it solely about her by choosing today, of all days, to get contractions and be taken to the hospital.

“Mom, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Arlene’s having her baby; you should be happy to see your grandkid.” Daisy’s voice pulled me out of my reverie, back into the present. I stifled a groan and glanced at her briefly before deciding the wall in front of us was a much better option to gaze upon.

She hadn’t made any effort to—

“I think she’ll...