Mira Morganstein: The Pink Lemonade Club 013
The meeting was worse than Mira could have imagined.
Rather than one pair of bright, inquisitive eyes studying her inside and out, she had twelve of them to contend with. Her mother didn’t count, mostly because of the worry line etched between her brows and the way her eyes jumped from one person to the next without ever seeming to find exactly what they were looking for.
If her mother was worried, well, that said something.