Tristen weakly smiled and shuffled forward. "Hello, dear."
Michelle hugged her Dad. "Hey guys. Things are well! Anthony is the best!"
Tristen scoffed. "You don't even know him!"
Michelle rolled her eyes. "Moooooom. I know him well enough. I think... I think I love him!"
"Congratulations!" Conrad said.
Tristen scoffed again and walked off. "I'm going to go inside to start dinner."
"Actually, Daddy, I wanted to find out if you guys would come to a dinner at my place soon?"
Conrad hedged. "I'll talk to your Mother."
Michelle sighed. "That means no. Do you think she'll ever forgive me?"
"She will. She just needs a little more time. You hurt her feelings moving out like you did."
"Well, if I'd stayed we'd be at each other's throats!"
"I know. I know. I'm not saying it's easy... I'm saying time will make things better."
Michelle was devastated. She'd never made up with her Mom, and now it was too late.