His mother's voice, sharp as a blade, slices through the room mom: You really are a pig, huh. Your appetite is as insatiable as your defects. She laughs cruelly and other dinner guests either laugh or gasp or both. Your eyes well with tears and you begin to shake, but you stay quiet and shake your head, trying to find the words to speak. Mason's eyes narrow, his protective instinct flaring Silence, mother. She is not doing any harm. She was simply being a good fiancé and grabbing my plate.
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