SydneyI lost count of how many times Brooklyn apologized after calling me Andy or Tracy during the short time we spent in the hall, where she was somehow directly giving instructions to the decorators.And it wasn’t just me.Sometimes, she caught herself halfway through the wrong name. Other times, it slipped off her tongue so smoothly, and I had to go by Andy.“It’s actually kind of sad, if you ask me.” Maeve said, biting into a cinnamon roll. “But hey, she handled the entire thing pretty well.”“Yeah,” I agreed with a small nod. “She really knew what she was doing.”“I guess,” Maeve mumbled with her mouth full, clearly more interested in her food than anything else happening around her. Which was interesting, considering she’d spent most of the time in the hall standing in a corner, lifting an annoyed brow every time Brooklyn called me by the wrong name.I almost laughed at the memory.Instead, my eyes wandered across the cafeteria that seemed to have been infected by the winter b
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