Perfect: A Pretty Little Liars Novel
Perfect: A Pretty Little Liars Novel
Perfect: A Pretty Little Liars Novel
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a mouth that looked like it was smiling even when she wasn’t. When Aria closed her eyes and pictured a<br />
mom, Mrs. Ackard was pretty much what she imagined. Sean had told her that before she married his<br />
dad she’d worked as a magazine editor in Philadelphia, but now she was a fulltime housewife, keeping<br />
the Ackards’ monstrous house looking photo-shoot ready at all times. The apples in the wooden bowl on<br />
the island were unbruised, the magazines in the living room rack all faced the same direction, and the<br />
tassels on the giant Oriental rug were even, as if they’d just been combed.<br />
“I’m making mushroom ravioli,” Mrs. Ackard said, inviting Aria to come over and smell a pot of sauce.<br />
“Sean said you’re a vegetarian.”<br />
“I am,” Aria answered softly. “But you didn’t have to do that for me.”<br />
“It’s no trouble,” Mrs. Ackard said warmly. There were also scalloped potatoes, a tomato salad, and a<br />
loaf of the hearty, gourmet seven-grain bread from Fresh Fields that Ella always scoffed at, saying<br />
anyone who paid $10.99 for some flour and water ought to have his head examined.<br />
Mrs. Ackard pulled the wooden spoon out of the pot and rested it on the counter. “You were good<br />
friends with Alison DiLaurentis, weren’t you? I saw that video of you girls on the news.”<br />
Aria ducked her head. “That’s right.” A lump grew in her throat. Seeing Ali so alive in that video had<br />
brought Aria’s grief to the surface all over again.<br />
To Aria’s surprise, Mrs. Ackard wrapped her arm around her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze.<br />
“I’m so sorry,” she murmured. “I can’t imagine what that’s like.”<br />
Tears prickled at Aria’s eyes. It felt good to be nestled in a mom’s arms, even if she wasn’t her mom.<br />
Sean sat next to Aria at dinner, and everything was the antithesis of how it went at Aria’s house. The<br />
Ackards put their napkins on their laps, there was no television news droning in the background, and<br />
Mr.<br />
Ackard, who was rangy and balding but had a charismatic smile, didn’t read the newspaper at the table.<br />
The younger Ackard twins, Colin and Aidan, kept their elbows off the table and didn’t poke each other<br />
with their forks—Aria could only imagine what atrocities Mike would commit if he had a twin.<br />
“Thank you,” Aria said as Mrs. Ackard poured more milk in her glass, even though Byron and Ella had