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"No, no, there's no one special, Mrs. García, but trust me you will be the first person I call if that changes." It was the same routine year after year and she was used to it. Only this time...well, things were a little different considering she'd fucked her son. But she didn't need to know that and she certainly wasn't asking about it. Grabbing a newly refilled glass of hot spiked cider, Freya disentangled herself from Marcus's mom and said hello to random friends and family before finding an open seat next to her best friend and collapsing into it. "Jesus, I forgot how tiring this is."