Page 105 of Be My Bride


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But he won’t.

Because he doesn’t love her anymore.

Because they got married for the wrong reasons.

And he’s moved on.

Are Hansley and I that different?

I chew on my bottom lip.

But it could work.

We could make it work.

Right?

I reach out to open the door.

The smile on my face drips away when I see who’s standing there.

“Oh,” I say dryly. “Hi, mom.”

Her eyes narrow. “Don’t look so disappointed.”

“I’m not,” I say, trudging to my room and returning to my suitcase.

Mom closes the door. “Liar.”

“I’m happy to see you, mom. Especially if you’ve come bearing wedding gifts.”

“Why should I?” She lifts empty hands. “When the mother of the bride wasn’t even invited to the wedding.”

“It was a spur of the moment thing.”

“According to the videos I saw, it was a rum and coke thing.”

“I prefer margaritas.” My eyes lift to her angry ones and I cringe. “Not the point. Noted.” Grazing my fingers over the hem of my shirt, I ask, “Have you told dad?”

“Told your father his precious daughter went crazy in Vegas and came back with a husband instead of a T-shirt? No.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder. “And he hasn’t contacted me, so I’m assuming he isn’t aware yet.”

I blow out a sigh of relief. “Good.”

“You going somewhere?” Mom points at the suitcase on my bed. “Or are you just coming in?”

“Both.” I resume my task of taking the dirty clothes out of my luggage.

Mom snatches my hand and holds it up to the light. Her fingers ease over the diamond and a low whistle escapes from her lips. “How much is that thing?”

“I’m not sure, but whatever it costs, Hansley paid triple in that marriage chapel. I’m pretty sure I saw dollar signs in Elvis Presley’s eyes.”

“I can’t believe you of all people got married in Vegas.” Mom shakes her head. “I don’t know whether I should scold you or congratulate you.”

“Really, mom?”

“Your entire life all you did was study, plan and write lists.” Mom hops on my bed and the mattress bounces the suitcase closer to the edge. “When you were sixteen, your idea of a good time was reading books all night. I had more places to go on a Friday night than you did.”

“That was by choice. You know that.”

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