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"And a feast you will get, my dear. Oh, don't you look beautiful!" Anne exclaims, bustling into the entryway. An apron is tied around her neck, over her dress. Written across the front of the apron is World's Best Mom. It fits her perfectly.
I beam at her. "So do you! I love your dress!"
The black dress comes to a stop a few inches above her ankles, and beautiful yellow daisies are splattered across the silky material.
"Oh, no need to flatter me. I already like you," she grins before turning her attention over to Tyler.
"And you must be the infamous Tyler that Gracie won't stop talking ab—" she trails off when her very annoyed teenage daughter storms into the room, her boyfriend hot on her heels.
"Mom!" Gracie shrieks, hands on her hips. Her cheeks are already turning bright pink.
"I mean, Oakley has told me so much about you," Anne corrects herself, wearing a sly smile.
A wide-eyed Tyler just lets out an uncomfortable laugh as he quickly eyes up a very embarrassed Gracie.
"Hey, Gracie, why don't you give me a tour of the house?" I pipe up. Oakley opens his mouth to protest, earning himself a glare. "You don't mind, do you, babe? I'm sure Jacob would love to hear about your team."
He gulps. "Right, yeah. Go ahead,"
"Perfect! Let's go." I link my arm through Gracie's and pull her away from the uncomfortable situation her mother unwittingly created.
"You're seriously a lifesaver," Gracie breathes when we make it to the back of the cozy home. The smell of turkey roasting in the oven wafts over us, reminding me of my mom's fantastic cooking.
Gracie and I hurry past a honey-coloured wall decorated with countless pictures. Each one is placed perfectly beside the other—not a single out of place—years worth of memories, proudly on display for everyone to see. A picture of little Oakley ice skating makes me smile. Oakley was just as adorable when he was a kid as he is now.
"Don't worry. In a few minutes, Tyler won't even remember what your mom said," I assure her hurriedly.
"It doesn't matter anyway," she mumbles.
I can't help but feel her pain. Being a teenage girl and crushing on an older guy they know they can't have isn't easy. What girl hasn't been there? According to Oakley, she's been fantasizing over Tyler since the first team practice she watched almost six months ago.
"Tell me about that boyfriend of yours. You're into blonde's, hey?" I smile to myself as her frown turns into a cheeky grin. "He's good looking,"
"I guess I am." Her usual giddy attitude returns and when she giggles, I give myself a mental pat on the back. "And I know, believe me."
