“Matthew, Matthew, please! We can’t leave, yet! I haven’t even put shoes on.”
I tried turning my body around, despite the fact that we were descending the stairs, desperately hoping that he would acknowledge my pleas and at least stop long enough for me to put on some shows—for goodness sake, had he forgotten that the world outside of this house was still covered in snow? And he was expecting me to walk the entire distance to Shane’s house, without so much as shoes to protect me from the cold? He was insane.
It was already bad enough that I was going to go out there in a dress, into the freezing cold, but yet, it didn’t seem like he was bothered. Not even in the slightest of manners. Was he really so unfazed by it all? Or had he simply failed to take in into considerati
