Page 89 of David's Proposal

“Yes. Everything’s fine. How long do you plan to stay?”

“You’re bored already?”

“I’m not bored. It’s that… There’s not much for me to do here.”

My mother cracks a smile.

“Chill. Eat a cookie.”

“I had too much sugar already.”

“Hence your restlessness.”

She sighs and shifts her eyes away from me.

“It’s going to be a beautiful wedding, “ she says, bringing her glass of wine to her lips.

“That’s what everybody says.”

She takes a sip.

“I don’t know if you’ll ever want to get married…” she says and stops when she flicks her eyes to me and notices my stern look.

“Never mind,” she adds.

“Now you know why I don’t like weddings. Inevitably, people talk about this.”

“It was just an idea.”

I pin my stare on her.

“What was the idea?”

She looks at me.

“If you ever get married…”

She pauses while I wait.

“You should have a beach wedding.”

My eyebrows wiggle up.

“Beach wedding? Where did that come from? I thought you liked Thea’s wedding.”

“I do. But I’m just saying. It’s different.”

“And we’d need to travel to the beach. Can you imagine how expensive that would be?”

“We’ll worry about that later.”

Smiling, she takes another drink.

I love that about my mother.

I love how optimistic she is about everything.

She said to me once she wouldn’t have gotten anywhere had she not had an optimistic view on life.

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