“Mom and Dad? No. It was my decision not to invite them, remember?”
She shrugs. “I know. I was just worried that you might regret it. I mean, they have no problem with you. It’s me they’re embarrassed about.”
I frown. “What they should be embarrassed about is how quickly Dad’s campaign crashed and burned without Adrian’s money backing him up.”
It was the death knell for his political ambitions, and—for the time being, at least—for our relationship. But I know better than anyone that dead things don’t always stay that way. Maybe one day, we’ll figure out a place to coexist.
That day isn’t today, though.
I’ve decided to be okay with that.
“I’m serious, June,” Geneva says. “I know you felt the need to come to my defense, but—”
“Of course I felt the need to come to your defense. You’re
