As Julia promised before, she started planning my wedding with Christopher for me. She wanted to discuss it with Nathan but changed her mind when Isabelle returned. My mother was, after all, the more suitable person to be discussing my wedding with.
“What say I invite your mother for lunch? That way, we can get to know each other a little more. I mean, we’re going to be in-laws soon anyway. As for your father, I’m going to send someone to inform him. Whether he decides to come or not, that’s up to him. What do you think?” suggested Julia to me in all seriousness when I met her at the Lane residence.
In all honesty, I did not have much to say about the arrangements. Parents of the newlyweds were usually expected to be at the wedding, and mine were no exceptions. It was not like I could have a wedding without informing my parents.
“Thank you for the arrangements, Mrs. Lane. We’ll just do it your way. I’m fine with it.” My mother-in-law was so considerate that she had even considered my feelings and my relationship with the Tanners. I would be nitpicking if I were to find fault with her suggestions.
“You know what? Why don’t we make it a grandiose wedding? Go big or go home, right?” Christopher offered his own suggestion as he rubbed his chin.
“Can we not? I’d prefer to keep this just between our two families. We’ll have a good meal and enjoy each other’s company.” With a fork in my mouth, I shot down Christopher’s idea. “My mother is low-key, so I think she’d prefer our wedding to be a more private event.”
“Sure, that works too.”
Just like that, we made up our minds. I told Isabelle all about the wedding the next day, and she seemed fine with it. Still, she sighed when we were shopping, “You were just a little girl when I left you. Look at you now. All grown up and about to get married. The time has finally come for my daughter to leave me.”
“I’ll always be your little girl, even after I’m married.”
“We’ll see about that,” responded Isabelle with a soft smile.
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