The Masked Barbie’s Sin(4). 🫦💦💦

Lira’s POV

The next few days felt like I was walking on broken glass.

Every time my mom looked at me I wondered if she could see the guilt on my face. She acted normal at home; cooking dinner, asking about my day, humming worship songs while folding laundry. But I caught her staring off into space sometimes with this soft, dreamy look I had never seen before. Her cheeks would flush a little, and she’d touch the spot on her arm where Lucas had rested his hand.

I knew what that look meant now.

While things were weird at home, Lucas kept texting me...