CELESTINE’s POV

‘‘Really...?’’ As Mrs. Maxwell turned to look at her son, who was sitting in his seat laughing and beaming with pride, her smile became wider.

‘‘That was never a mistake, her first time ever…’’ he deliberately said those words slowly as if he were tasting each syllable on the tip of his tongue.

I ducked my head down and bit the inside of my bottom lip, feeling the tips of my ears burning.

‘‘It’s okay, sweetheart…’’ Mrs. Maxwell smiled. ‘‘We’re all adults here. There’s no need to be shy…’’

‘‘Let’s go upstairs so you can take a rest…’’ Arnold stood up from his seat and extended his hand...