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I give a slight nod. I want to be a supportive friend but still try to keep her grounded. This isn’t the first time Parker has thought she foundtheone.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she snaps. “I can’t wait for the day when you meet the love of your life. It’s going to hit you so hard, I just know it.”
“We’ll see,” I reply.
“Yes, we will.”
We take our time returning to our desks, and since the workday is winding down, I decide to look through the latest texts from the bridesmaid crew. Apparently, now there’s an official dress code for the kickoff dinner—all white.
I still like my idea of the name tags. Maybe I should make some just for fun. That will make a great first impression.
It’s definitely been an interesting day. There’s a lot of change coming, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Unfortunately, the only thing I can do is go with the flow. And hope my eye twitch goes away.
ChapterThree
“Caroline was always such a nice girl,” my mother says. I called her to say hi and tell her about Caroline asking me to be a bridesmaid.
“I certainly liked her better than some of your other friends over the years.”
I smile to myself. My mother has always had strong opinions about the people my brother and I chose to be friends with, and now that I’m an adult, I can admit she was right most of the time. There must be something to the whole mother’s intuition concept. Of course when you’re a teenager, you don’t see things as clearly—and sometimes we don’t see clearly as adults either.
“She is,” I say, ignoring her comment about my friends. “This wedding is going to be unreal, and the venue is to die for. It’s an old estate that’s been renovated into a hotel. I’ll send you some pictures.”
“Oh yes, I want to see them,” she exclaims. “Although, I’m not surprised. Caroline’s family is old money, and that means they’d never do anything that wouldn’t be the talk of their town. Her mother would never allow such a thing.”
“Mom, you’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Being judgey.”
My mother is a great person. She’s just very opinionated and doesn’t hold back when she has something on her mind.
“I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true, Victoria.”
I groan.
“Her parents seem like very nice people—I just know the type,” she emphasizes.
“You met them once,” I remind her. “And it was dinner after our graduation. It was a very hectic day.”
“Yes, I remember,” she retorts. “Anyway, your father and I would love to be at the wedding. Should we expect an invite?”
Ha. I knew this was coming.
“I’m not sure,” I say. “But don’t be disappointed if you don’t get one. Caroline barely knows you and Dad.”
“Yes, but our daughter is in the bridal party,” she insists. “We should be able to see our beautiful girl in expensive couture.”
“Very funny,” I reply. “You and I both know your desire to be there has nothing to do with my dress.”
My mother is all about eating, drinking, and being merry, especially at a social event like the Burton-Carlisle Wedding.
“Fine. You got me,” she admits.
I laugh. “Anyway, how are the little munchkins?”
My mother is a principal at an elementary school. She calls all the kids her little munchkins.
