No More Understudy For My Best Friend
Language: en
I was at Landon’s parents’ house for dinner. His mother, all graciousness and pearls, was serving him soup. "I’ve done a preliminary seating chart for the engagement party next month. Do you see anything you want to adjust?" My hand, poised to lift a piece of chicken, froze. Landon took the phone and answered dismissively. "Mom, whatever you think is best." The dining room quieted for a beat. His mother laughed, trying to smooth over the awkwardness. "Calla, honey, why are you being shy? We’ve reached this point now." Landon finally looked up. "Mom, engagement is on the table, yes, but the…