LiaNA stared.
“You look exactly like me.”
Mara gave a faint, disbelieving laugh.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
“Who is the baby?”
“My daughter, June.”
Matteo became more alert.
“So she isn’t Liana’s son?”
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My dad laughed and said, “Your sister earned everything on her own, UNLIKE you.” I leaned back and replied, Then I’ll STOP sending you money. Now it’s her burden.Dad turned pale and aske .What money?
At my father’s 65th birthday dinner, he raised his wineglass, pointed toward my sister, and announced with a proud smile, “Khloe built her success…
