Mello __exclusive__: Lola

Lola Mello smiled. Then she went inside to pack.

I am not the girl you kissed by the creek, one letter read. Papa found out. He says if I see you again, he’ll sell the orchard to the logging company. So I will marry the man from the city. I will learn to stop loving you. This is what it means to be a Mello. We choose the land over the heart. lola mello

"Great," she muttered. "Perfect. Wonderful." Lola Mello smiled

The orchard was a disaster. Trees grew wild, their branches tangled like arthritic fingers. The farmhouse sagged under the weight of its own silence. Lola stood on the porch, phone held aloft like a priestess offering a prayer to a non-existent cell tower, and felt the last bar of signal die in her hand. Papa found out