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chapter eighteen. out of place.
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Althea looks at George. "What if your Mom doesn't like me...?"
He pauses and glanced at her, watching as she clips in two hair pins on each side of her hair. "What do you mean...?"
She shrugs. "I'm not exactly..." she gestured between them. "You know... like a cool finance major or anything."
He raises a brow. "A finance major...?" he asks with a wry grin. "Where is this coming from Thea...?"
The nickname falls from his lips with ease and he quirks a brow, waiting for an answer. "I..." she trails off and shakes her head. "Never mind."
"You did research." he hums. "Your brother mentioned that." Althea winced and sighed.
"Your girlfriends were all cooler than me." she points out. "Seychelle was Nyck De Vries' sister, Carmen... wow where to begin with her..."
George comes up behind her — watching as she adjusts the hair clips, his fingers moving to zip up the back of her dress, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her back. "You're equally as impressive." he points out and brushes the hair off her neck. "You met Elmo,"
Althea rolls her eyes. "I got lucky." she shakes her head and glanced at him. "What if your parents think I'm taking advantage of you...?"
George lets out a soft laugh. "Are you that scared to meet my parents...?"
"Absolutely." she replied and glanced at him. "We're two very different people George."
He glanced at her and pressed a kiss to her temples. "You will impress them."
Althea glanced at him and sighed. "Is now the time to tell you I went to Harvard...?"
