“They’re busy, Mom.”
“Maybe next weekend.”
“We’ll do it soon.”
I never understood why she kept postponing something that seemed so simple.
But now Marcus had proposed.
There was an engagement ring.
There was a wedding date.
So there was no avoiding it anymore.
My husband, Bradley, sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper while I raced between the oven, dining room, and refrigerator.
“Jessica, sit down for five minutes,” he said.
“I can’t sit down. The roast is still cooking, the table isn’t finished, and I can’t find the flowers.”
Bradley smiled to himself and returned to his paper.
Then the doorbell rang.
My stomach flipped.
“They’re here!”
I tore off my apron and tossed it onto the counter.
Bradley started toward the door.
“I’ll get it.”
“No.”
I hurried after him.
“We should greet them together.”
He gave me one of his patient sighs but waited.
