“Yes, he’s invited to dinner tomorrow, Ally.”
I bit my lip and gave big eyes to Ren.
Her knowing Ren and I were back together wasn’t a surprise. I was thirty-two, but she’d been in my business since I was born, and as far as she could be, never got out. Even so, it wasn’t exactly a secret, what with Ren charging me at Fortnum’s and us being at the rehearsal dinner together. Her informants were in attendance at both of these events. And her informants were big on informing.
I let my lip go and asked quietly, “You sure?”
“You love him?” she asked back.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then your father and I best get to know him.”
So totally told you my mom was the shit.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“See you in a few hours, honey.”
She disconnected. I did too.
I set my phone aside and addressed Ren.
“You’re invited to dinner tomorrow.”
He stared at me.
Then he asked, “How did that happen in the two seconds you were talking to her?”
“It’s Mom’s way.” I curled my arms around him and pressed closer from happy place to chest, and assured him, “It’s gonna be okay.”
His arms tightened. “I know, baby.” He then gave me a touch on the lips before he said, “You gotta get goin’.”
I did. I needed to be primped and trussed in preparation for two people I loved tying the knot.
Therefore, I smiled.
Ren smiled back at me.
* * * * *
“Oh God, honey.”
“Hurry.”
“God, Ren.”
“Hurry, Ally.”
We were in a cloakroom at Hotel Monaco where Luke and Ava were having their reception.
I had my back to the wall, my arms and legs curled around my man, and Ren was exploring the functionality of the deep slit up the front of my killer aqua column bridesmaid dress with a chiffon overlay that exposed a pure Ava rock ‘n’ roll stretch of midriff.
Ren and I were doing the business.
In other words, love was in the air.
Totally good luck that Tod had picked up and kept hold of all the bridesmaid dresses until the big day. If mine had been in my apartment, semi-tragedy.