“Are you driving in the charity race?” Mom asked, coming into the living room with two
glasses of wine.
I took it out of her hands and passed to Arianna.
“Thank you,” Arianna stated. “I am. I’m also planning the dinner. Are you coming?” Ari
asked.
“I normally stay home and watch the race; it’s too much for me to watch in person. For
this one, I’m coming,” Mom said.
“You’ll get to meet my parents,” Ari said.
“That’s perfect. So tell me, what do you see in my son?” Mom joked.
“He’s not that bad,” Ari replied, rubbing my thigh.
“See, I’m not that bad.”
“Well, I’m happy for you two. Arianna, anytime you want to come over without him,
you’re more than welcome,” Mom told her.
“Thank you, Miss Coleman,” Aria stated.
“You’re welcome. Let’s eat,” Mom told us. Ari and I stood and
