Built Like Karma: The Plus Size Girl's Guide to Comeuppance
A petite woman with long braids was clapping, cheering them on, her voice was bright and full of pride.
Aria disappeared inside with Nia, murmuring about changing into something more comfortable. I swore the words lodged in my chest.
Matt clapped me on the back. “Beer? Wine? Juice? Soda? Water?”
“Beer and a water is fine,” I said, scanning the house. Colonial style, sprawling but lived-in, with a four-car garage, wide backyard deck, pool, and trampoline in the back. A family home. A real one.
When he came back, he handed me both bottles. “Come on, bro. Let me introduce you to my mother-in-law.”
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