_Harper's POVMarla set down her phone and beckoned to one of the waiters to serve her some drinks, ignoring Mom.“Harper?” Mom turned to me, her eyes full of curiosity.Although it doesn’t make sense, the only reason I could think of why Marla could call Mom here like this is because of Jace and I.Before Mom could go on, Marla cleared her throat and folded her arms on the table.“I will not be able to accommodate your daughter in my house any longer.” she said.Mom’s brows furrowed quietly, and she turned towards me again.“I thought your daughter would be as disciplined as you while we were in school, but I had no idea she is simply too loose.”“Stop it right there, Marla.” Mom cut in, looking pissed.“What do you mean loose? Can you stop talking in parables and go straight to the point?” she asked.“Harper, what happened?” she asked.I heaved, surprised Marla would use such a low means as this.“Mom, it’s about…”Marla interrupted before I could even begin and grabbed her phone,
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