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But I’d already agreed, and I was excited.
There was nothing I could do now but go along for the ride.
Lily, Trace’s mom, pulled me into a hug. “It’s good to see you. I’m sorry we didn’t get to talk more at your graduation, but Trace—”
I held up a hand to silence her. “I know. Trace is Trace, and he had a plan, which left little time for chitchat. Although, my mom didn’t help with her endless picture taking.”
“You’re her only child,” Lily shrugged, “of course she wanted lots of pictures.”
“I won’t be an only child for much longer,” I laughed.
“No, I guess not,” she guided me into the dining room.
“Look! It’s my favorite granddaughter!” Warren exclaimed as I entered the room.
My heart clenched and tears threatened to fall, but I dammed them back, because Trace wasn’t supposed to tell me and I’d hate to ruin dinner. Trace was already bound to ruin it with his announcement that we were leaving for a few weeks.
“Hey Gramps,” I left Lily’s side and made my way to the head of the massive dining table, where Warren sat. I bent and kissed his wrinkled cheek. He grabbed my left hand, inspecting the ring. “Bought time my lousy grandson put a ring on your finger.”
I laughed, squeezing his hand.
“When’s the wedding?” He asked.
“We haven’t talked about—”
“Gramps!” Trace groaned, coming into the room. “Don’t scare her, I just proposed.”
“When you’re as old as me, these questions are important,” he coughed.
I looked up at Trace and saw several emoti
ons war across his face. He met my gaze and tried to hide his frown.
I knew what he was thinking, because I was thinking it too, Gramps might not be alive to see us get married. I couldn’t imagine not having Gramps there…since I didn’t have my own dad, and had never met my grandparents, I’d assumed Warren would walk me down the aisle. If that didn’t happen…it would break my heart.
Trace stopped beside Gramps chair, on my other side, and patted his shoulder. “I’m sure we’ll talk about it soon.”
“Make it snappy.”
“Will do, Gramps,” Trace chuckled, taking a seat.
I took the seat beside him as Cecilia brought out the food. My eyes widened at the sight of the food. It was always a feast at the Wentworth’s.
“Where’s Trenton?” Lily looked around the room, realizing that her youngest son had yet to arrive.
“Probably sleeping,” Trace shrugged.
“It’s one in the afternoon!” She shrieked. “I’m calling him and he better get his butt here.”
Before she could get her phone, Trent breezed into the dining room. “Sorry I’m late,” he grumbled, pulling his baseball cap low over his eyes. “I was up late studying last night.”
Lily narrowed her eyes. “Your classes ended a few days ago, Trenton. What could you possibly be studying?”
“The female anatomy,” he smirked.
“Trenton Carson Wentworth! Don’t speak that way!” Throwing her hands in the air, she mumbled, “I miss the days when I could put you in time-out.”
“I don’t,” Trent chuckled, sliding into a seat. “You used to forget about me and I’d spend hours sitting in a corner. Some people would consider that child neglect, mom.”
