Tricked

My mother saw the woman in the video, and hummed approvingly. “That outfit totally brings out my emerald eyes,” she said, tapping the bridge of her nose with a smirk.

“They’re green,” I said flatly, and pushed her away. Kneeling on the couch, Tara Robles looked even smaller than the screen suggested. A mess of strawberry blonde hair, as Gale wrote in The Wind at Dawn.

Is Solo proud? Is Solo proud of me?