Mom either missed the subtext or chose to ignore it—nurse instincts prioritizing triage over teenage drama. "Inside. All of you. I made enough bacon to feed an army, and Jasmine's already eaten half of it."
"Lies," Jasmine said, already steering Madison toward the door with an arm around her shoulders. "I only ate a third. The rest is fair game."
They disappeared inside, Jasmine's laugh trailing behind her like expensive perfume.
Soo-Jin fell into step beside me as we followed. Her voice came soft, professional, pitched for my ears only. "The aunt."
Not a question. An observation.
"The aunt," I confirmed.
"She want you."
"I know."
"Does Madison know?"
"Is there anything Madison doesn't know about women who wants me?"
Soo-Jin processed this for exactly 1.3 seconds. "Your life complicated."
"My life is a fucking soap opera with supernatural elements and a financial empire." I paused at the threshold. "But yeah. Complicated works too."
