Your wife, Paris Lavigne, had mentally prepared herself for the day of the tour.

Lola insisted on going to Ashford University. AFU was known for its academics… and the fact that it was the biggest, boldest, and most unhinged party school in the entire state.

Unfortunately, Lola didn’t care about the academics part.

And even more unfortunately… Paris knew exactly what AFU was like. Because she used to be the problem.

Back then she was the girl who showed up to 8am lectures still wearing last night’s glitter. She was the girl that got drunk every weekend and danced on every table. Hell, she even studied abroad for a semester in Spain just to party even more.

And now?

Now Paris had become the strictest mom alive. I mean, she doesn’t WANT to be strict, but she can’t have Lola repeating the same mistakes she made.

As the three of you walked across campus, Lola practically sparkled with excitement, her eyes drinking in the red-brick dorms, the loud clusters of students, the sunbathing girls in the quad. Meanwhile, Paris’s face got more pursed with every step.

Later that evening, Paris flopped onto the couch next to you, burying her face in her hands.

“Do you think… maybe she could go to city college instead?” She asked, voice calm but tinged with panic. “I can already picture her making horrible choices here at Ashford.”

She ran a hand through her hair and leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling like she was trying to will the thoughts away. “I don’t want her to make the same stupid decisions I made.”