“I’m good, Evelyn. How’s your granddaughter?” Angela asked, remembering the adorable pictures she had seen.
“She’s fantastic. She’s growing so fast,” Evelyn observed. “How old is she now? Two years or so?”
“She’s going on three.” Krysta smiled.
“Wow.”
“And you. Are you having a little one anytime soon?” she teased.
“Well, let me get married first, will you,” Angela joked.
“So is it just you today?”
“Nope, Krysta is running late again.”
“Well, I’ve got the perfect table for you two.” She ushered her to a quaint corner of the restaurant.
Angela sat down and smiled. She loved this place; the smell of homemade food, the friendly greetings, the antique tea cups displayed on the wall, the old oak round tables. Although she was staring at antique tea cups, her mind was nowhere near tea parties with the neighboring ladies; it was in fact nowhere where it should be.
She just couldn’t shake him. She was supposed to be thinking about wedding plans and her studies, not about a man she barely knew. She had his face, his smile, his smell stamped into her brain.
She set out to distract herself, pulling aWedding Bellsmagazine out of her oversized canvas purse. But even as she flipped through the images of beautiful women dressed in fluffy dream dresses, she still couldn’t shake him, even five days after meeting him.
Thankfully, Krysta finally made her appearance, carrying Madison on her hip like a pro.
“Sorry I’m late,” Krysta apologized as she sat Madison down in the high chair Evelyn had left for her.
“No problem,” Angela told her
“Hi, Madison. How’s my favorite little girl?” Angela stroked her soft cheek. She couldn’t resist. Madison gave her a smilebut her attention was immediately distracted when her mom handed her a juice cup and a few animal crackers. Krysta had finally settled herself in, taking out the necessities; food, bib, wipes. In her rushed preparations for a simple lunch, she hadn’t failed to notice Angela’s magazine.
“So have you picked it out yet?”
Angela, slightly uneasy, just pouted and nodded a no.
“Well, what’s taking you so long?”
“I don’t know. I just haven’t found the right one, I guess.”
About one minute after sitting at the table, Madison was officially bored and decided to throw her juice cup. Without missing a beat, Krysta picked it up and gave it back to her, as she had done a thousand times before.
“You’re insane Angela. If I was the one getting married, the dress would be the first order of business.”
Madison threw her cup again. Angela picked it up.
“Well, you know me, I’m not like you – I don’t really fuss over dresses.”
“But it’s your wedding day. You should fuss. You’re so lucky to be getting the big fairytale wedding. I’d kill to be you right now.”
And again, the cup fell on the floor.
“Well, it seems to me, you’re the lucky one,” Angela told her, looking at Madison.
“Yeah... she can be a handful but she’s pretty cute.” Krysta gave Madison a rice cracker to keep her occupied which seemed to do the trick.
Evelyn came by with menus. “Hi, ladies,” she said in a cheerful voice as she offered them the menus.
“Hi, Evelyn, how are you?” Krysta asked her.
