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"This is your house?" I don't even know if what I could call this was a house
Bitch was fucking loaded
"Please none of this belongs to me this is all my mother's doings plus it's more like a manor
"Is your mother royalty!?"
Krista tilted her head to the side as of to think "well not exactly....something like that but—sorry I'm trying to figure out a way to explain this to you without giving up to much information or freaking you out"
Freak me out?
"Let's just go with my grandfather has important influence in high and low places"
"Like what he works for the president or something?"
Kris looked at me with an unsure expression before answering me "you could say that"
"You know what say no more" don't ask questions your not sure you want the answer to right
"Right...well shall we?" Krista said with an extended hand
"Wait what about all the bags in the car?"
"There's someone already on the way to bring it inside for us"
"But I'm confused we didn't even get to sign our names on the gifts yet how will Imogene know what's from us?"
Krista shrugged "trust me it doesn't matter if I know one thing about Imogene it's that when she gets a gift she's not gonna be worried about who or where it's from unless it's for her and if it does become an issue we've got recipes now let's go"
I nodded my head in understanding but something else did come to mind "what abou—
"Heaven, are you trying to stall?"
. Heavy beating heart
Check
. Shaky legs
Check
. Feeling the uncomfortable itchiness in my armpits (please tell me I'm not the only one that gets this when anxious or nervous)
Check
. Weight constantly shifting from one leg to the other
Check check check
Yeah I was definitely stalling but why the hell would I admit that
