Stepmother and Son | Fans de Deadmau5

At my graduation party, my stepmother raised a crystal glass in our perfect American backyard to announce I was being kicked out of “our” beautiful house—but what she didn’t know was that I had secretly bought the deed months earlier, and tomorrow at exactly eight o’clock a process server would ring our doorbell with the reality check she never saw coming. The invitations had my name on them, embossed and expensive, like this whole suburban show was about me. Beige tents, blush-pink flowers, cha