“She’s um…My mother has been married sixteen times.” I laugh, like I always do when I say it. “You could say she loves weddings as much as me!” “So, that’s why you became a wedding planner?” “Yes, you could say that.” My smile feels waxy and fake. Bea gestures for me to rephrase. “I guess that’s why I became a wedding planner.” Bea’s eyes almost look wolf-like, yellow between the forest trees, prowling. I can feel myself start to sweat. “How was that for you? Growing up like that? Do you think it’s had any effect on your personal life?”
she is such a dumbass
