They Had Me Thrown Out of My Own Lake House

looked directly at me.

“Can I help you?”

I frowned.

“Madison…”

She interrupted immediately.

“I’m sorry… do we know each other?”

Several nearby guests exchanged awkward glances.

I looked from her to my mother, waiting for someone to laugh.

Nobody did.

“This isn’t funny,” I said.

Mom folded her arms.

“Ma’am, this is a private celebration.”

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