Mila’s head shot up at those words, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “We are?” she repeated.
“Absolutely,” Alison affirmed. “We are. All the way.”
Mila grinned. She opened her mouth and seemed to be on the verge of saying something before losing her nerve and closing it again.
“What?” Alison asked.
Mila took a deep breath. “Well… I was just wondering. My show choir recital is next week. Do you think that maybe…?” She trailed off hopefully.
“Definitely. I’d be honored. Then, ten years from now, I’ll be able to tell people I saw you perform when you were still in middle school.”
Mila laughed. “And they’ll be super jealous.”
Alison joined in her laughter. “You know it, girl.”