“What does that even mean?” I cry, getting right in his face. “I called Elle three days ago, right after you agreed. We made plans. One o’clock at Seed. That’s literally thirty minutes from now.”
“It’s a bad time, Alyssa. Polly—”
“Don’t you dare use your sister as an excuse,” I snap. “You agreed to let me meet Elle for lunch. And considering that I missed her wedding because of you, I’d say you owe me.”
“For f**k’s sake.” He takes a deep breath and releases it. “Fine. I’ll drive you over there. But just so you know, I’m staying the whole time.”
He starts walking to the front door with an air of finality that ends the conversation. It’s pointless arguing with him when he’s in this kind of mood. But I’m standing my ground this time. Going to see Elle is more than just lunch; it’s a fight
