Yes, they do actually," she smirked. “I have one I can offer for you if you would like."

Chuckling to myself, I shook my head. “No, thank you. I prefer a more natural look, but I appreciate the offer."

Uncomfortable silence sat around the table after my words. All of our eyes were on the menu as our server brought our drinks and took our order.

I had almost forgotten why I didn't like Lydia’s mother, and within fifteen minutes of being in her presence, she reminded me why I couldn't stand her.

She was judgemental and sadistic. A completely narcissistic bitch from hell.

“So, Mom..." Lydia finally said, breaking...