Annabelle's thoughts whirled around Thanksgiving. I can introduce him to Todd. Oh, Todd and he will get along great and- Oh, no! Nonononono...

Annabelle looked at her parents and her eyes hardened.

"Will Melody be there?"

Mr. and Mrs. Scott's eyes widened. They had been found out, and oh, so easily.

This was not the first time that they wished for a less clever daughter.

"Well, I guess that answers that question," Annabelle snapped. Her eyes became soft and pleading

"Don't do this. Please. You know what she's like with guys."

This is so unfair. I'm finally getting somewhere with Ansel that doesn't involve verbally annihilating each other and now...