Mia grabbed Adam’s hand and dragged him into her parents’ kitchen, ignoring the flood of questions pouring out of his mouth. She peeked over her shoulders, sending her hair flying into her fiance’s face both times, before letting out an angry huff. When he asked what was wrong, she completely lost any remaining bit of composure.
“What's wrong? You invited your roommate! To my bridal shower!” she said, shaking her pointed finger at him.
“He’s one of my best friends. Why not?” he said.
“I didn’t approve of this!” Mia said, throwing her arms out.
