I glared at him again. Surprisingly, he returned the annoyed look before locking his eyes on my father. Ditto for my dad with him. He looked ready to murder Brian. “How dare you suggest such a thing to her? You’ve only been a couple for a week. She’s barely nineteen!”
Brian was completely unruffled by the outburst, save some eye twitching and teeth grinding that suggested he wanted to tear into my dad. He resisted the urge, though, and sat up straight in his chair to give the scary prosecuting attorney a confident, challenging stare.
Today is May 11th, but since my book doesn’t have 500+ pages, I am flipping it around, and thus it becomes 115.
Unfortunately, we were a little early, so we’d have to sit and chat for a while. I was tempted to walk right past them into the theater and pretend I hadn’t heard my father call my name, bu t he rose to his feet and shouted at us as he waved us over. “Brian! Ella!”