“You did really well, sweetie. And don’t even get me started about the way you look at one another; it’s really something.” Normally, I would roll my eyes at a comment like that, but not this time. Because she was right. I guess our parents knew better than we did because they said we’d know when it was right, and they weren’t fucking kidding around. Because everything about Lila James was right. And I’d wanted my mom with me when I picked out the ring that I would give her when I asked her to marry me.
