Once upon a time back when she had been young. Her parents had hosted a party, and Haley had been sneaking around despite the fact that it had been long past her bed time.
She had overheard some of the guests laughing. One of them whispering that if there was an argument to be had. Then the Slaters and the Roths would find it. That even if it was something as simple as peanut butter and jelly, or jelly and peanut butter, each side would pick one and they would argue for hours on it, never mind that it was the same thing.
The guests had laughed and laughed and Haley had rolled her eyes, thinking them ridiculous. But now here she was with Deacon Roth, the two of them arguing over a place to live. At the end of the day, a house was just walls and a roof, what made it a home was the people inside.
Haley had made her apartment a home, and she would not be giving it up lightly. Especially not for the sterile walls of Roth's penthouse.
