I challenged Marcus over the menu, insisting that Kira wouldn’t enjoy the food his relatives preferred.
Then came the church.
Betty wanted the ceremony held at her family’s church.
I wanted it at ours.
We fought about music.
Guest lists.
Decorations.
Seating arrangements.
Almost everything became an argument.
But none of it had the effect we wanted.
In fact, the more we interfered, the closer Kira and Marcus became.
Every disagreement seemed to convince them that they needed to defend each other.
Eventually, Betty and I decided that arguing wasn’t enough.
We needed another plan.
I arranged what I called an innocent lunch between Kira and the son of one of my colleagues.
He was polite, successful, and came from what I considered a respectable family.
At the same time, Betty arranged for Marcus to meet a young woman from her church.
Neither of us called them dates.
