away.
“All right, then,” said Mrs. Morgan, shutting her notebook. “I think that’s everything. Now, just keep in
mind that this is absolutely the last week that any changes can be made. So if anything else needs
rearranging, call me by Thursday.”
“I think this will be it,” said Mrs. Winter. “Lily, do you have anything you want to add?”
Lily looked down shyly from her position on the platform. Kate had a feeling the young woman wasn’t
really enjoying making the plans for her wedding nearly as much as her mother and mother-in-law-to-be
were. She’d spoken only a few times during the meeting, and then only to be quashed by her mother.
“It all sounds fine,” she said softly, her hands running over the smooth folds of her dress.
“Good,” said Mayor Pershing. “Then, if you’ll excuse me, I have some work that needs to be done this
afternoon. Diana, I’ll see you tomorrow at lunch. Teresa, thank you so much for coming over today. It
was lovely meeting your daughter.”
“Thank you,” Mrs. Morgan said. “It was a pleasure.”
As her mother said her good-byes, Kate walked over to Lily. “Your dress is really beautiful,” she said.
“Thanks,” Lily said. “I wanted something more modern, but Mother had to have her way. I just keep
reminding myself that it will all be over soon.”
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“Well, you look great,” Kate said warmly.
She and her mother left the mayor’s house and got into their car. As they drove home, Kate thought
about Lily and the wedding.
“I can’t believe that poor woman has to do everything her mother wants,” she said. “It’s her wedding.”
Mrs. Morgan smiled. “Weddings are almost always more about the mothers than about the bride and
groom,” she said. “My wedding sure was.”
“Really?” Kate said.
Her mother nodded. “Your grandmother wanted everything to be just so. She planned everything, from
the guest list to the color of the bridesmaids’ dresses. And your Grandma Morgan, well, let’s just say
General Patton’s troops probably had fewer instructions than your father and I got from her. By the time
the day came we wanted to be on our honeymoon just to get away from them.”
Kate laughed. “I can just see the two of them ordering you guys around,” she said. “But you all look so
happy in your wedding pictures.”
“Don’t be fooled,” her mother replied. “We were just in shock.”
“Why did you let them do it, then?” Kate asked.
Mrs. Morgan let out a long sigh. “Sometimes you do things to make your mother happy,” she said. “I
figured I would have the rest of my life with your father. It didn’t hurt too much to give your
grandmothers one day.”
Kate thought about that. She knew a little bit how her mother must have felt. Although her mother very
seldom insisted that Kate do something her way, Kate sometimes didn’t do things she wanted to do
simply because she knew her mother wouldn’t approve. Like the whole Wicca thing. She was doing it,
but she didn’t bring it up because she knew her mother wouldn’t like it. She’d even lied about the extent
of her own involvement in Wicca when she’d suggested doing the healing ritual for Aunt Netty, her
mother’s sister. She didn’t feel good about that, but she knew that telling her mother she was studying
witchcraft wouldn’t go over particularly well.
But would she stop going to the Tuesday night class if her mother told her to? She didn’t know. She
hoped she would never have to make that choice. In fact, one of the reasons she was helping her mother
with catering the wedding was because she thought that if they spent more time together it might make
her parents less suspicious when she hung out with Annie and Cooper. They’d made a couple of
comments about how much time she spent with her friends, and she knew that it was because she’d told
them that Cooper