CHAPTER FIFTY-FOURSera’s POV “Romeo,” I asked again in shock. He stood there, his face pale as he took me in. “Seraphina,” he started.I raised my hand up, cutting him short. “Save it.” He was standing barefoot in her house, and he thinks he could explain his way out of this? “Romeo, who is there? I heard Coach Agatha ask. He cringed and replied. “It's just Sera, Mummy.”Did my friend just call Agatha ‘Mummy?’“Did you just call her? You know what? Mice,” I shoved past him into Agatha's house. “I cannot believe this.”“I just came here to get her laundry back to her,” Romeo lied. “Honestly, Sera, it's not how it looks.”I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Maybe if you return mine back to me, you'll call me mum too?” I asked with sass, ignoring his crestfallen face. “Where is she?”“The living room,” he pointed. I followed his pointed hand and walked into Agatha's living room. She was sitting on her green couch, wearing a blue nightgown that was see through, her hair in large rollers, a cigar
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