The room fell silent, with Lucas, Mark, and Aiden at a loss for words, exchanging puzzled looks.
"Who are you picking up tomorrow?" Mrs. George repeated, settling into a chair.
"My girlfriend," Mark replied nervously. "Her father asked me to pick her up for a party. He doesn't want her driving herself."
"Is this friend from Belmont too?" Mrs. George inquired, turning her attention to Lucas, who seemed irritated.
"Why are you so interested in my personal life? Is that why you're here, to keep tabs on me?" Lucas snapped, glaring at Mrs. George.
"I'm your mother and I have the right to know everything going on with you," Mrs. George replied with a heavy sigh. "Everything going on with the three of you."
"Really?! You're acting like my mother now? This new behavior of yours would have been helpful when my twin sister was alive. If you insist on knowing everything going on with us, she might still be alive," Lucas retorted.
