Snapshot

by Kay Cove

“That thing you said earlier about Denny being upset I’m not Ivy League… Who’s Denny?” “She’s my family’s household manager. A personal assistant of sorts but with more authority. Right now, she’s the closest thing I have to family. She’s been around since before I was born. But the thing I said about Ivy League was just a jab at Denny. It bothers me how pretentious she is sometimes. Len…” I wait until her eyes are on mine. “That’s my world, but I’m not like that.” “You sure?” she asks with a reluctant smile. “Because for three years, I’ve wondered why you turned me down the night we met. You haven’t made a move since. You’re sweet, considerate, and flirt with me shamelessly. You hate my boyfriends. It didn’t make sense. Until tonight.” My face screws up in confusion. “What makes sense now?” “You cared about me too much to hit it and quit it. But I’m also not your pedigree. So, I guess friends made the most sense.” “Len, that’s so out of⁠—” “Who’s my number eighteen? You’re up!” The officiant busts through the chapel doors with his auctioneer voice. I might’ve laughed if his timing wasn’t piss-poor.