Patty caught Nathalia's meaning behind "greeting her" perfectly. "Sure thing, Mom. I'll camp out by the school entrance for Phoebe."
"Maybe I can even give her the grand tour," Patty added with a knowing grin. Mother and daughter exchanged that look—no words needed.
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Phoebe's POV
Dodging through the maze of city traffic on my bike, my phone buzzed. Harold's name flashed on the screen.
"Don't blow off registration today," his voice crackled through my helmet speaker.
"Wasn't planning to. Already halfway there," I replied, eyes locked on the road ahead. My voice sounded muffled and strangely soft through the helmet mic.
"Flying solo?" Harold asked, clearly picking up on the engine noise.
"Yep."
"Want some company? I could swing by," he offered. Everyone knew about the mess between me and the Hale clan. Sergio sure as hell wasn't rolling out any red carpets.
"I'm tougher than I look," I laughed, brushing off his concern.
He didn't push it. "Dinner tonight instead?"
