Chapter 5
My mom grabs my arm, trying to drag me out
of the office.
I yank my arm away, face like ice. “I’m not
going anywhere with you.”
My mom’s face drops. “You’re almost thirty
and still single, he’s doing you a favor. What
right do you have to be picky?”
“So what if he’s older? He’s got everything
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else going for him, what are you complaining
about?”
I laugh, feeling a little crazy from what she
calls “older.”
“Right, he’s got everything. If I marry him, I’ll be skipping straight to great–grandma. Mom, are you sure you’re not trying to sell me off?”
My coworkers gasp, some even motioning for
me to call the cops.
I shake my head, turning down their kindness.
My mom snorts, unimpressed. “Selling you? I
haven’t put a price on your head.”
“I’m telling you, you’re coming home with me
today. You’re getting married, whether you
