I Won a Five-Star Island Vacation

down at my simple navy dress and flat sandals.

“Oh, Maya,” she sighed.

I didn’t answer.

She tilted her head with theatrical pity.

“Sweetie, we’re flying private to a five-star resort in Hawaii. You look like you’re picking up muffins from Target.”

Ethan laughed.

A small laugh.

A coward’s laugh.

Leo looked up at me, confused.

I smiled so he wouldn’t worry.

“I’m continue reading …