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Aribel
I watched Grant walk out of the dining room through the back door and outside in horror. How had it all gone so horribly wrong so fast?
“Good Lord, Aribel,” my mother said. “What kind of person did you bring into our home?”
“This will not do,” my father said.
I closed my eyes for two seconds and tried to calm down. Grant and I might have had our problems in the past, but we’d worked through them. We had figured out how to have a real relationship despite our differences. With him on tour we had tried to trust each other, work through the issues with his dad, my parents, our friends, and so far we had come out ahead. There was no way I was going to stand by and let me family insult him for their prejudice.
“I cannot believe you all treated my boyfriend like that.” My voice c
