The family knew how to give her space-they wouldn't bug her unless it was a big deal.

Well, except maybe her two little brothers, who'd probably sneak over to mooch some free meals whenever they got the chance.

Mrs. Ormond started to say something but swallowed her words. Deep down, she couldn't argue with her daughter's plan-it was pretty darn smart.

Elora broke the silence. "Mom, don't stress about me and Tatum. I've got this under control.

Bottom line: I'm not gonna let myself get the short end of the stick." Her voice was calm but firm, reassuring her mom she was calling the shots in her own love life.

Parents could weigh in with advice, sure, but the final say? That was hers.

"Anyway, Mom, it's late," Elora added. "Head back to your room and crash. I'm beat too-got a big meeting at the company tomorrow."

"Alright, get

down Tatum for a real

was he thinking? Was he for real about

her mind finally settled on a plan,

want to wake her husband, so she'd slipped out quietly earlier. But now, lying in bed, her brain wouldn't shut off. She flipped one way, then the other, restless as

his sleepy face. "You're flopping around like a fish on a grill. You feeling okay, or is

little. "Last time you were

let out a long sigh. "I'm worried. Flip

You've gotta stop overthinking everything—it's bad for you. Took us years to get your health back on

her knees. "I don't want to overthink and mess myself up, but this is about Elora's future—her whole life. How am

Ormond blinked, registering it was about their eldest.

rockstar-she's not gonna get played by some random dude. If I'm worried about anything, it's that she doesn't even like those clowns chasing

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