Mitzi
I don’t know why I told Corey about my youth. It’s not a secret to most people; I know the story that I was disowned by my family. But I don’t think they really understand how young I was when that happened.
Maybe it’s because Laura shared his backstory that made me feel like I could open up to the silver fox. One thing I noticed was that he didn’t give me the pity look I usually receive when I tell people I was kicked out of the house at sixteen.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Corey asked.
“You didn’t get that look on your face,” I replied.
“Look?” he asked, confused.
“Oh, you know, the pity look. Trust me, I don’t need pity. I lived it, I survived it, and look, I turned out fabulous,” I told him.
“Oh, I see that!” Corey laughed. “Everybody has a backstory and a past
