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were finished eating and it was time to go, Karen gave me a huge hug. Then, she moved past me and hugged John, too, which made me giggle.
    “If it’s okay with your dad, I bet I could get you tickets to the show in Seattle.”
    “Oh my gosh!” she squealed so loud that I thought she ruptured my eardrums.
    “Karen, shh,” Brad scolded. “You don’t have to do that.”
    “It’s my pleasure.”
    “Well, thanks.”
    “Does that mean I can go, Dad? Please?”
    Brad nodded, and Karen jumped up and down. “Thank you, thank you!”
    “You’re welcome, but you should probably thank the girl who’s giving them to you.” He chuckled.
    She gave me a toothy grin. “Thanks, Aisley.”
    “You’re welcome. I’ll see you guys around. Be good for your Dad, okay?”
     
    ***
     
    I weighed myself again as soon as I got home. It was a stupid, stupid thing to do. I knew that.
    115
    The scale was taunting me.
    I shouldn’t have had a burger at lunch. I should have had the salad, instead. Hell, I should be working out right now, trying to stay in shape for the tour.
    Fuckity-fuck. My mind was starting to wander to that bad place again. The one that got me here. “Grraaahhh,” I yelled at my reflection in the mirror incoherently.
    I’m not fat, I’m healthy. I’m not fat, I’m healthy. Repeating those stupid words made me feel like a fucking lunatic, even if it was just in my head. Splashing some cool water on my face, I told myself to chill out, just chill.
    “Aisley, sweetie?” Mom knocked on the door.
    “Yeah?”
    “Your dad and I are going out to dinner, want to come with?”
    I swung the door open and my mom stared me down as if I were in there puking my guts out. I wasn’t bulimic, for Christ’s sake. “Sorry, Mom. I have plans.”
    She gave me the same look she did when I first showed up. The verbal ass-whooping one. “Aisley Marie Carter. I saw that you didn’t eat breakfast this morning! Did you eat lunch? You’re looking too skinny. Get your ass out of the bathroom. You’re coming to dinner. No is not an answer. End of story.”
    I sighed. “No.”
    “Did you hear what I just said?”
    “Yes, Mother, but you worry too much.”
    “I worry too much? How do you think I felt getting a call from the hospital, telling me my only daughter was being admitted because she fainted on stage? How do you think I felt the second time, Aisley? After the first time, we should have known it was more than just exhaustion. I’m your Mother, I should have known.” Mom wiped a few tears away. “So don’t tell me I worry too much. It’s my job to worry too much.”
    Fuck. “I’m sorry.” I officially felt like the world’s worst daughter. “But I still can’t go to dinner with you and Dad. I have plans with Easton.”
    Her head snapped up in surprise. “Easton? Everson?”
    “You know any other Easton’s?”
    “No. I’m just surprised. I didn’t know you guys still talked.”
    “We just started… talking again.”
    “That’s great, honey. He was always such a nice boy.”
    “Yeah. So, is it okay if I skip dinner with you guys?”
    “As long as you’re eating with him.”
    “Yes, Mom. I will eat, and I had lunch, too. Ask John.”
    “I’m sure you know John’s not allowed to tell me a thing. Have fun with Easton, dear. Tell him to stop by sometime, and I’ll make him some of his favorite brownies.”
    “Okay. I love you.”
    “Love you, too, sweetie. Be careful.”
     
    ***
     
    Wearing a purple sundress, and some cowgirl boots, I felt a little weird dressing up. I wasn’t sure where we were going, so I wasn’t sure what was appropriate.
    It was eight-fifteen.
    Easton would be here to pick me soon. His butterflies came before he did, but that was no surprise to me. They were good company, fluttering inside me, because they made me think of East.
    And East was all I wanted to think about tonight.
    Not the paparazzi, not leaving in less than seven weeks, and definitely not my weight.
    Just