I had been waiting for months to meet my daughter’s fiancé, imagining the perfect introduction. But when I opened the door and saw him, my excitement vanished. This wasn’t what I expected.
I knew, in that moment, this wedding couldn’t happen.
I had to stop it—no matter what it took. I had been running around the kitchen all day like a madwoman because today was important—Kira was finally bringing her fiancé and his parents over for dinner.
I had dreamed of this moment for months, picturing how we’d sit together, laughing over stories, bonding as future in-laws. But for some reason, Kira had avoided it, always coming up with excuses.
“They’re busy, Mom.” “Another time, I promise.” It didn’t make sense.
What could be so hard about introducing us? But now, she had no choice. Marcus had proposed.
It was official.
And that meant I was meeting him—and his family—whether she liked it or not. Bradley sat at the table, flipping through the newspaper, watching me with amusement.
“Sit down for a minute, Jessica,” he kept saying. I waved him off.
“I don’t have time to sit!
The roast is in the oven, the table’s not set, and the flowers—where are the flowers?”
Just as I started setting the food on the table, the doorbell rang. My heart pounded. This was it.
“Oh God, they’re here!” I shouted, yanking off my apron and tossing it onto the counter.
Bradley barely looked up from his chair. “I’ll get it,” he said, calm as ever.
“No!” I rushed to his side. “We have to greet them together!”
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