“Well, why don’t you hurry and get changed? Then we can head out and leave Mr. Grumpy to his own devices,” my mother suggests.
Paige nods and glides past me with a secretive little smile.
“Lunch,” Mother answers for her as Paige disappears around the corner. “I thought we could discuss wedding details.”
“Yes, but I wasn’t there to see it,” she says sharply. “So as far as I’m concerned, you’re not married.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” she interrupts, her voice bristling with hurt. “Getting married is a monumental occasion. Why would you assume that I wouldn’t want to see my only remaining son make that step in his life?”
I grimace. “It… happened fast.”
“So fast that you forgot your family in the process?” she asks, really holding my balls to the fire. “Though I suppose that wasn’t so di
