Ariana’s POV
“Why don’t you think you can go for your honeymoon?” my mother’s voice exploded through the phone speakers before I could even finish my sentence. “Ariana Vale—Quinn—whatever last name you’re using now, speak louder. Are you whispering like a thief because that husband of yours is beside you?”
I pulled the blanket over my face, already regretting the decision to call her. “Mum, I’m not whispering, I’m just trying to explain—”
“No. No explanations. Newly married people do not stay at home staring at each other like traumatized goats. You should be on a plane, or already drinking coconut water on a beach, or pregnant.”
My heart jumped. My mother really had the worst timing in existence.
“Mum,” I tried again, rubbing my forehead, “I don’t feel well. It’s not that I don’t wan
