Lillian got home from school and found a note on the table.
In bold, sprawling letters, it read, [Gone to have fun. Don't bug us.]
Debra had even added a cheeky smiley face.
Dumbfounded, Lillian bolted to their room. It was all empty, like they had vanished overnight.
Outside, a car horn blared.
She looked out the window and saw Solomon's car at the gate.
She rushed downstairs and grumbled, "My parents bailed!"
Solomon shrugged. "Big deal. Mine ditched me too."
Lillian's face darkened. "These flaky adults!"
...
Debra and Marion were already on a flight bound overseas.
"I gotta say," she said, "leaving like this is a bit thrilling."
She pictured Lillian finding that note and couldn't help but snicker.
At noon, Marion arranged a driver and booked a presidential suite at a hotel.
Their plan was perfect, but Liza showed up out of nowhere, ruining it.
She had seen Debra's post and rushed over. "I'm running late."
Marion frowned. "Nobody invited you."
It was his global tour with Debra. They hadn't invited anyone.
"I know." Liza shrugged. "But this is my turf. I'm here to foot the bills. I dropped everything to meet you, got a private driver, and booked the fanciest yacht suite."

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