“Who are you talking about?”
Ryan looked at him. “Scarlet and I aren’t close to our mom. That’s all I’m going to say.”
Cortland still looked confused but he didn’t say anything.
Ryan continued. “Sean’s right. There’s nothing worry about.”
I looked at the paper again. “It even says where and when the wedding is,” I said in an annoyed voice. I looked at Sean. “Did you tell your mom to call the paper?”
He glared at me. “You seriously think I would do that?”
“No,” I said. “Ugh. I hate your mom.” I knew it had to be her. The more publicity for her family, the better.
Sean didn’t say anything even though I thought he would.
Ryan gave Sean a sympathetic look. “I’m sure if she knew you didn’t want it published in Seattle, she wouldn’t have done that.”
Sean sighed. “I’m sorry, babe. I should have talked to her and made it clear she shouldn’t do that. I’m so sorry.”
He really seemed upset by it, which I didn’t want. “It’s not your fault, Sean. We don’t even know if your mom made the call. We’re jumping to conclusions.”
“The important thing is,” Ryan said, “is that Mom won’t notice the article, won’t read it, and won’t show up. It’ll be fine.”
Janice looked at me. “I’ll deck her myself.”
I smiled at her.
“Get in line,” Sean said in a dark voice.
I folded up the paper and handed it back to Cortland. “Sorry for crinkling it.”
“It’s fine,” he said. He gave me a concerned look. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“I’m here if you need to talk.”
“It’s okay. I have Sean.”
He nodded then looked away.
I wanted to fill him in but I knew now wasn’t the best time.
Sean ran his fingers through my hair. “Babe, it’ll be fine. I’ll make sure nothing happens.”
“I know.”
“This is going to be the best day of your life. Nothing will spoil it.”
I nodded.
He still seemed bothered. “Babe, let’s cancel the wedding and do something small in Seattle. That eliminates the problem altogether.”
I grabbed his hand. “It’s okay, Sean.”
“No. This is your day. What do you want?”
“To marry you.”
He pulled me closer. “Just tell me to cancel it and I will. I’ll take of everything. You won’t have to deal with a single phone call, caterer, florists, nothing. I’ll do it. We can get married in Vegas instead.”
I was moved that Sean was willing to do anything and everything to make me happy. I felt like I was the only thing that mattered. “Let’s stick with the plan. Besides, how trashy would it be if w e got married in a drunken city?”
“I couldn’t care less if it was trashy. Don’t act like you aren’t,” he teased.
I smiled. “You know me so well.”
“And I know you’re filthy.” He rubbed his nose against mine. “Now tell me what you want to do. As long as you marry me, I don’t care where it’s at, who marries us , or what you’re wearing. Just say the words, ‘I do’.”
“Let’s get married in Connecticut. Ryan is right. I doubt my mom will notice, and even if she did, I doubt she would fly all the way to your parents just to ruin the day, yell at me, or pick a fight. I was just overreacting.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Yes.”
“Let me know if you change your mind. I don’t care if it’s the day before the wedding. I want you to have the day you deserve.”
“It’ll be okay.”
He studied my face for a long time before he finally leaned back in his chair and relaxed. This was Sean’s day too, and I wanted him to have the wedding he wanted. Everything would be fine. My mom was a bitch but she was too lazy to go that far just to sabotage my wedding day, if she ever found out about it at all. There was nothing to worry about. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and forgot about it for the rest of the trip.
3
When we walked into the hotel room, Sean threw the suitcases on the ground like they were live