I’m getting really annoyed. “First off, Maeve’s fiancé was a total jerk. Her new guy is quite an improvement and he’s not a fisherman, he’s a businessman. But that’s neither here nor there. Corrie was just trying to help her.”
“I don’t believe a word. I refuse to. Mark is a good man. Corrie is just jealous because I’ve got myself a handsome successful man, and her own marriage is falling apart.”
I shake my head. “I know Corrie comes off as a little brash, and she’s never been your favorite friend of mine, but she’s not vindictive. She’s a good one. She was just trying to help.”
“Well, I don’t need her help. Now get out of my room. I need to get my clothes back on.”
I trudge out of the pretty change room, my tail between my legs. That did not go well.
My mother is stubborn, and if I know her as much as I like to think I do, she’ll be angry at me for a while. Incoming: cold shoulder.
I text Corrie while I wait for my mom.
My mom refuses to believe you.
Her reply is instant,What?! It’s true.
I know.
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How will we stop it?
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What do you mean? The wedding?
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Yes. We need to do something, or your mom is heading for a huge fall.
My mother finally reappears, a huge scowl on her face.
Gotta go. Bye.
“So, are you buying it?” I ask.
She heads towards the cashier, ignoring me.
“The silence treatment has officially started, I see.”
She sneers at me as she hands the pretty negligee to the cashier.
“So you’re still buying it?”
She shoots me another scowl. If looks could kill, she’d be left with only one daughter.
The cashier gives her a warm wile. “This is beautiful,” she says. “Your husband will love it. Good choice.”
Mom smiles at her tightly, and doesn’t bother to correct her.
Fiancé. Not husband. Not if I can help it, anyway.
We leave the store without a word, and head back to the car. I drop her off at her place.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” I say just before she exits my car quietly.
“I love you,” I call out as she heads back to her little townhome.
