“You know, Mom, the wedding is in August.”
Her mouth formed a little ‘o’ shape as she stopped talking immediately, her eyes growing wider and rounder at once as her brain processed the information. Suddenly, she seemed to notice the fact that they were sitting on the carpeted floor surrounded by stacks of books and papers, with Dylan in his shirt sleeves, tie loosened, jeans unbuttoned, and socks unzipped. As she realized that they were in fact alone, she glanced around quickly. Luckily, nobody was in the room anymore except for them, although she still felt uneasy.
She was trying to figure out the best way to break the news to Dylan about his impending marriage. She had already decided to prepare him beforehand, though. She knew that he had been dealing with a lot of stress lately, wor
