Mated With My Stepbrother
I don't know what was funnier, the fact she was referring to Catherine as a real raccoon, or that she was telling the story with a straight face.
“Is that so?” My father asked, giving me a curious look. “What happened?”
I cleared my throat and continued the story. “The restaurant was near a forested area, and the staff did not notice the raccoon walking in. Luckily, no one got hurt.”
“Yeah,” Ivy agreed, pressing her hand to her chest. “I was so shocked when I saw it that I threw my curry at it. It was much easier to tame after that.”
I pressed my wrist against my lips, holding back more laughter. She sure had an active imagination. In my head, Catherine had morphed into a raccoon, and I was
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