CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ELIZABETH
“So I heard Stephen sent you flowers,” Ethan sing-songs as we clear the extra food off the table from our Thanksgiving lunch.
I groan with an eye roll.
“Mom said you rejected him. Really think you should be turning down guys at your age?”
“Oh my God.” I punch him in the shoulder. “You’re a pain in the a*s. Go away.”
“Stop being rude to Elle,” Harper scolds. She puts the bowl of leftover mashed potatoes in the fridge. Though they’re still “just friends,” Harper joining our family holiday meals has become a tradition.
“A woman has every right to keep her standards high when waiting for the right one,” Harper confirms.
“Exactly,” I drawl out. “Which is why she’s kept you in the friend zone.”
I burst out laughing as Ethan’s face drops.
“That’s what you get.”
