I’ll happily take an indifferent shrug.
“It’s going to be spectacular,” I continue, deciding to fill the silence. “And your mother mentioned that the invitations are going out this week. How exciting!”
“Yes,” she says.
Even better. My heart is filled with hope. That one-word answers without a hint of malice can have such an effect on me proves how bad things were with her beforehand.
“And you’re going to have your dress appointments this week. You probably just want to go with your mum, but I’m here if you want me to join in at all. You can let me know on the day.”
“OK.”
Oh, my God. Does this mean we’re FRIENDS?
“And I penciled in a meeting with Clio Vaughn on Friday, ifyou’re around? But I can change it. You don’t have to come. You know, only if you want to.”
“Fine. I’ll let you know.”
Bloody hell, this is exciting. I can’t believe how much difference one weekend can make. She’s starting to accept me and that’s all I’d hoped for.
She glances at me. “Why are you making that face?” she asks suspiciously.
“What face?”
“That one. The one you’re making right now.”
“I’m making a face?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t mean to.”
“Well, you are. It’s creeping me out.”
“That’s just my face.”
“No, it’s not normally like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like an excitable puppet.”
“What?”
“A puppet that can’t move its face but is super excited. Like this.” She demonstrates, widening her eyes and stretching her lips into a tight, thin smile.
I burst out laughing. “I was not making that face.”
“Yes, you were,” she insists. “It was just like that.”
“Why would I make that face?”
“You tell me.”
“I don’t know!” I shrug. “We were having a nice chat, that’s all.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Were we?”
“Yes. We were,” I state firmly.
