“If we line up the chairs this way, you and Dad can come from inside the house and Beckett won’t have to see you before the wedding.” Poppy tilted her head. “Are we doing that old-fashioned stuff?” “No.” “Yes,” my mom said at the same time. She and I traded a look. When I saw the mom-glint buried deep in the depths of her blue eyes, I held up my hands. That was not a battle worth fighting. I’d lose, judging by the look in her eye. I’d lose painfully, too.
