ABIGAIL
"No,"
"What do you mean 'no'? What kind of answer is that?" I ask Ezra as soon as he shows his reluctance to accept my mother's invitation to her birthday dinner.
"I mean, I am not going," he says, and I frown.
"Why not?" I ask him, starting to get mad at his attitude.
“Because this is all… too much,” he replies, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
"If you think I am too much, then you are welcome to go and find another girl that is too little," I reply with a scathing tone, and he runs his hand through his hair in an exasperated gesture.
"I am not talking about you, I am talking about this whole situation, don't you think we are rushing here?" he tells me, and I am already too upset to accept that he is right to think about it.
"You are going to meet my
