Harley
"How about an elegant plain white wedding? It still hits the mark even today."
"Oh, no, Mom, I want something different. What if the news outlets come? I don't want Clad's reputation to be ruined because we didn't plan properly."
"Hmm, okay. What about you?"
"Me? Anyway, for my fiancée, even if she wants the moon, I would give it."
"Oh, stop it. That is so cliché."
"Yeah, but it makes you smile every time."
Laughter rings in the dining room, a rare and unfamiliar sound. I don't think I've ever heard my father laugh so heartily until today. In fact, I didn't even know he could laugh like that. The sight of it unsettles me.
I enter, silently wishing to get this over with. Eating together like a family, pretending everything is normal, is getting old. But at least there's good news—I won't have to spend the entire day here. I have an interview. Yayyy. I am secretly crying inside, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
