Of all my children, you were the easiest to raise. And now, the hardest to let go.
Her mother shook her head, wiping away her tears. “Look at me. Here I am,
making a mess of myself after John bought me this expensive dress.”
“You’re calling him John,” Alize said.
“Well, what else would I call my son-in-law?” She kissed her
daughter on the cheek. “He’s not your boss now. A husband is quite a different
matter.” With a little laugh, she turned to leave in a soft cloud of lavender
perfume. “Husbands need to be reminded not to take themselves too seriously.”
“Wait,” Alize whispered.
Her mother stopped at the door. “Yes, sweetie?”
Alize clenched her hands. The bodice of her wedding gown
suddenly felt inexplicably tight.
She was standing on a precipice and knew it. The choice she made
