Emma's POV

Seeing them again filled me with sadness. They had never treated me badly. They were sweet, kind, and respectful. But their mothers had treated me horribly just for being fat, and that had burned itself into my memory. I would never forget it.

After exchanging a few words with Ashton, I invited him to try my pastries and sit at one of the outdoor tables. Aaron walked over to us and, without asking, sat down too. I hoped they wouldn't start fighting.

"Ashton."

"Aaron. What are