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The wedding was beautiful, romantic, and heartfelt. It was everything one would hope for in a ceremony where two people committed themselves to one another for the rest of their lives. The couple glowed with pride and an overwhelming amount of emotions.
Along with the other guests, Foster and I make our way to the reception hall located within the hotel where we will be staying at tonight. We’re ushered into a large room for a social cocktail hour while the wedding party partakes in the picture-taking formalities.
We have a drink and nibble on some hors d’oeuvres as people mingle around the room in conversation, and I’m casually introduced to two of Foster’s friends from childhood and their dates.
When our drinks are finished and his acquaintances have left us to socialize with others, Foster takes my empty glass and places it on the high table to our right.
“C’mon,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me across the room of chatty people.
“Are we making an escape?”
“Hardly. I want to introduce you to my parents before they start muttering vile things about me for not saying hello yet.”
“Would they really do that?”
“No. They’re easygoing people. You’ll see. I just don’t want to be rude.”
Hand in hand, Foster and I weave through the smattering of circular tables and meandering guests toward the center of the room while a gentleman begins to play a classic melody on the nearby piano. We come to a stop where two older couples are immersed in a lively conversation. The light-haired brunette and a man with hair of honeyed amber are unmistakably Foster’s parents.
“Excuse me,” Foster says, interrupting their conversation. “I just wanted to stop by and say hello.”
His parents smile, gleaming with happiness, as they observe the sight of Foster…and then me standing close at his side.
“Foster,” his father greets, approaching us, “we were wondering when you would come over and say hello.”
“Does that mean I missed my nomination for Son of the Year?” he kids.
“Hush now,” his mother says, closing the gap between us. She embraces Foster and then kisses him on the cheek—twice. “It’s just good to see you.”
“We were all together not too long ago. You’re acting like it’s been years.”
“We weren’t sure if you would come.”
“Of course I came. It’s Parker.”
The couple his parents were speaking to excuse themselves, stating that they need to freshen up their beverages. I smile politely and then turn my attention back to the reason we walked across the room—his parents.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” Foster’s father questions.
Foster places his hand at my lower back and says, “Evelyn, this is my parents, Susan and Clayton. Mom, Dad, this is Evelyn. She’s—”
“Delighted to meet you,” I interject, offering my hand to his father and then his mother. “It was a beautiful ceremony, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Oh, yes,” Foster’s mother states, flowing easily with my conversation direction. “They make a lovely couple.”
“I’ve only met Hillary and Parker once, but I can tell, it was meant to be.”
“We’ve known Parker for years,” his father tells me. “He’s fortunate to have found a girl who will put up with his shenanigans. He’s had many. Foster can attest to that.”
Releasing the charming smile I stow away for these occasions, I say, “That might be true, but something tells me that Hillary feels like she’s the lucky one.”
“I’m sure she does,” his mother agrees, her smile widening in approval. “So, how do you and Foster know one another?”
“We go to school together.”
“Oh? So, you’re in the engineering program, too?”
“No, Mother,” Fosters corrects her. “E—Evelyn and I work together at the library. She and I are just—”
