Her face lit up with relief. “Of course! And if college is too much, you can take a break before the wedding. No one will blame you.”
“Thanks, Mom. But no. I’d feel weak if I gave up now. I need to face it and become stronger.”
“That’s my girl,” she said proudly, convinced my only problem was schoolwork.
To lift my spirits, she suggested, “How about we go shopping and try on dresses for the banquet tonight? It’s been forever since we had a girls’ day out.”
I forced another smile to please her. “Sure. It used to be our favorite thing. Let’s go.”
She insisted on driving her pink Porsche, claiming she missed being behind the wheel. She even joked about letting me drive her home later, just to relive old times.
We indulged ourselves at the shops, buying more than we needed, both her recommendations and items I picked for myself.
During the fitting, the designer raised her eyebrows at how much my size had changed. “It’s been two years, hasn’t it? Looks like I’ll have to adjust quite a few things.”
I laughed lightly. “Well, my chest grew bigger this time.”
Her comment set off laughter in the room, lightening the mood.