I stared down at my buzzing phone and the name that flashed across the screen. Panic shot through me and I quickly fumbled with the phone to answer, then drew in a deep breath to settle myself.
“Hello?” I answered, hoping I came across as calm and collected when I was a bundle of knots.
“As reluctant as I am that my son has chosen you, it does not change the fact that in seven short months, you will be married,” Vera said. Her tone was just as terse and clipped as when we’d first met, and I wondered if that was just a de Loughrey trait. “That being said, I have already reserved venues.”
“Already? But I haven’t even gotten to look at any.” In truth, the wedding had been far from my mind.
“There are few places that can hold an event of this size, so options are limited.”
“Of what size?”
