Her fiancé, Archer, steps up next to her, sliding one arm around her waist as he tips his head at me. “Hey, Olivia. Glad you could make it tonight.” “Me too. Greer wanted me to pass on her congrats and let you know she’s mastered signing the alphabet.” “Is that right?” His smile lifts higher and hazel eyes twinkle with admiration. Archer is deaf. He wears hearing aids, but he also signs—something Greer has thrown herself into learning ever since she met him. I don’t know how he did it, but Archer won over my daughter in record time. It usually takes her a while to warm up to men.
