“This week I agreed to be Rafe’s date to the Centennial Ball.” The room quiets, but the announcement doesn’t seem to have the power she hoped it would. I give her a small shrug. Her mother openly glares at me while her father just heaves a sigh, like she’s wasting his time, and opens his mouth to get on with his announcement. “And I’ve also agreed to marry him.” Well, that escalated quickly. That’s when the shouting truly begins.
