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Her eyes suddenly filled with tears and I stood up from the table to walk away. Jessica had been here with Luke, and she told me that being there was one of the worst experiences in her life. Now I knew why.
I ran into Will as I turned into the foyer. The dark look on his face told me he heard everything.
Oh, shit.
“Come,” he said, gripping my wrist.
I followed him upstairs as he led me into aguest room with our luggage already inside.
The grim look on his face made me crumble. “I’m sorry. I was just angry—”
“Shit,I don’t know whether I should be impressed that you stood up to my mother or pissed that you told her something that was none of her business.”
“Oh, come on. She’s your mother. You’re a family.”
“Natalie, not all of us feel that our parents are entitled to every detail of our personal lives.”
That stung. “Meaning what?”
“Look, I understand why you did it. Just let me handle this my way, okay? I will tell them.”
“Fine.” I told him. “Um—I need to call my mom.”
Will chuckled and laid on the bed. “I’ll be quiet.”
I inhaled a deep breath to quiet the storm building in my head. It was always nerve wracking to call my parents. I dialed the number and turned my back on Will.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Mom. How are you?”
“Natalie! Finally! We’ve been waiting for your call. How’s Europe?”
“It was great. I’m in Chicago right now with Will.”
“Chicago? What for?”
I continued on without thinking. “He needed to see his parents.”
“Oh, so they get to meet you before we get to meet your new boyfriend?”
Shit. “No, Mom. It’s not like that.”
“What’s their house like? Are they filthy rich? What kind of cars do they have?”
My dad’s voice suddenly entered the conversation. I pressed the phone against my face, hoping that William couldn’t hear a word.
“Tom!”
“It’s a big brick mansion,” I said, ignoring their gasps. “Listen, I’ll be home soon, I think.”
“Thanksgiving is soon. We want you to bring Will over!”
“No, Mom. We’ve only been dating for a few weeks.”
“If you don’t bring him, we’ll ask Ben to come over. He’s visited us twice, Natalie. Asking where you are—what your boyfriend is like—”
“What?” I shrieked. “Do not invite my ex for Thanksgiving! I don’t want to see him!”
