.CHAPTER 19.

"SO HE'S ENGAGED"

Sreya groaned loudly as she buried her face in her palms. She already felt bad and her mom's disapproving glare wasn't helping.

"Ugh. I know, I know. He's taken. But I didn't mean for it to happen...."

Freya shot her daughter a look, "I know you, Sreya. You don't do something unless you want to".

They were seated across each other in the kitchen. A pouting Sreya in her signature red robe, black curls tousled and wild. Her elbows were propped up on the counter, shoulders drooping as Freya voiced her disapproval. She looked like a ten year old at a candy store being told she can't have any candy.

Then quietly, "Okay, I wanted to, but—"

Her mother raised a manicured finger, "Tah tah tah tah tah. No buts. You're better than that. Just because you have a thing for Ice cream doesn't mean you should lick them all just because they breathe and smell nice. Have a corn chip instead".

Sreya made a whiny sound. 

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