Page 85 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
I smiled at those words, and commented, “Your parents must have been amazing people.” I thought that an amazing person like Camila could only have been raised by other equally amazing people.
“Yes, they were. I miss them. But I hope that wherever they are, they are proud of the adult I've become.”
“I have no doubt about that.”
Alice let out another scream, accompanied by a laugh, and we turned to see what had happened. Apollo had stood up, resting his front paws on the front part that served as the swing's safety lock. My daughter's small hands were stroking his enormous snout fearlessly.
“I told you she would like Apollo,” Camila bumped her shoulder into my arm, like a child teasing another.
“But before you said that he might see her as a threat and attack her.”
“Maybe I was a little exaggerated.”
“It's okay. You just wanted to protect her.”
At that moment my phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw that it was my mother.
“Can you keep an eye on Alice for me while I answer?” I asked Camila.
She nodded, but made one reservation, “Okay, but first get Apollo out of there. Just because he doesn't attack Alice doesn't mean he can't still attackme.”
I laughed, but I complied with the request, calling Apollo, who soon came to me, thus allowing Camila to get closer to Alice, starting to push her on the swing.
Smiling like a fool at the scene, I answered the call.
“Hi, mom.”
“Hi, my dear. How are things? Those stupid old bastards didn't complain about you taking Alice, did they?”
Again, my mother continued to pretend to ignore the fact that Margaret and Caleb were her age group. But I let it go.
“They weren't crazy enough to do that. I received a court order, and they don't want to break one and run the risk of it harming their case.”
“They are idiots. Well, I called to tell you that the caterer I hired for your wedding called me.”
Hearing the word 'wedding' in relation to me was still something that gave me the chills. But I confess that it was much less so than it was just a few weeks ago.
“Yes, and what did they want?”
“Schedule the tasting to choose the dishes that will be served at the party. I scheduled it for Wednesday.”
“And you're going to have to go to Aspen to take this test?”
“Oh, dear, of course not. You're the one who's going.”
At first, I found myself at a loss for an answer. My mother was completely clueless.
I moved a little away from Camila so I could change my tone of voice without worrying her.
“Are you crazy, Mom? You always said you wanted me to be responsible, but now that I've taken over the company you think I can drop everything in the middle of the week to go to Aspen to try party snacks?”
“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you decide to get married.”
“Camila and I said we wanted a simple wedding, just a civil ceremony, without any big parties. It was you who insisted that we celebrate the wedding of the year in Aspen. And you assured me that you would take care of everything.”
“I said I would organize the entire wedding, and I am doing that. But deciding on the buffet is something very personal. It is the bride and groom who have to do that.”
“Then you just set a date for me without asking me if I could.”
