CHANNING
I push up from my seat, ready to follow my mother, but my father stops me with a look. "I'll talk to her," he says, and I sink back into the sofa, my gaze shifting to Jennifer, who gives me a sympathetic look.
She warned me there would be resistance and honestly I expected more. I expected both of my parents to tell me I was rushing things and try to talk me out of it because I knew the moment I announced I was getting married, they would start having ideas again. Jennifer scoots closer to me and gently squeezes my hand.
“I’m proud of you,” she says softly. “For standing up for what you want. You’ve always had that backbone.” She chuckles, shaking her head. “That’s something I never really mastered. I always give too much thought to other people's feelings. God knows how many
