“You know, I’d love if my daughter had a wedding day someday,” May sighed. “Yeah, yeah. Poor you. No grandbabies except for the one on the way from Marco and Rachel. I’ll get knocked up next time I go out with a guy on Tinder. I promise.” “Franchesca Marie, you wouldn’t dare—” “I gotta go, Ma. I’ll call you.” “When? You’ve been gone for so long already!” “Soon.” Probably. “I gotta go. Bye!” She hung up before her mother could deliver yet another guilt trip with the precision of a surgeon. Antonio snickered. “Your mom sounds like fun.” “Shut up, underage felon, and drive.”
