HAZEL
“Took you long enough to notice the necklace.” Mary grabs the carved bethrotal necklace and turns it around a few times. “Was wondering when you were going to say something.”
“Who is he?” I repeat. “Is it someone I know?”
“It’s Tommy,” she beams. “The baker’s son.”
“Tommy? From high school?” My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “Didn’t you two used to hate each other?”
“Not anymore,” she chuckles. “The bakery went to Tommy early this year. It’s about time he settled down. That was the stipulation for him getting the bakery.”
“So that’s why you’re marrying him? To be the mistress of a bakery owner?” I can’t believe my ears. No offence to Tommy, but he doesn’t deserve my sister. Back in high school, he had been a stoner kid. He used to smoke pot at the back of the school, one
