Mirabella cleared her throat, "Just kidding, but seriously, keep hitting the books."
Cassie replied, "Oh."
It was no surprise; his sister seemed to love money more than she loved him.
Collins, who knew Mirabella's ways quite well, gave her a sideways glance. Why did he get the feeling she wasn't really joking?
After dinner, Mirabella gave Cassie a ride back home. They’d found him a place not too far from his school.
In the car, Cassie, feeling a bit restless, pulled out his phone. He fiddled with it for a moment, opened Messenger, and decided to add a new friend by entering a string of numbers.
Once the search result popped up, he sent a friend request. It wasn't long before it got accepted.
Seeing this, Cassie's eyes lit up, and he dove into a conversation right away.
Mirabella had one hand resting on the open window, the other on the steering wheel, as the night breeze brought in the chill of early spring.
After a moment, she withdrew her hand to roll up the window, her gaze lingering on the rearview mirror for a second before she calmly pushed the button on the car door.
They drove along for a while, and Cassie glanced out the window. Thanks to his sharp memory, he noticed they were heading in the wrong direction.
"Sis, where are we going?" Cassie blinked, glancing at Mirabella, who had said they were heading home.
Mirabella's expression didn't change. After passing another car, she finally said, "You'll have to catch a cab from here."
Cassie blurted out, "What? You're not taking me home?"
"I've got some stuff to handle," Mirabella replied, not offering any further details.
She glanced in the rearview mirror again and soon pulled over to the side, "Out you go."
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