After she leads me in there, Blythe takes a seat at the glass table by the window and indicates the chair opposite for me. I sit and put the folders on the table, where I see she has already placed a binder, filled with printed lists and brochures.
“Now,” she says, and smiles at me again. “Let’s talk about what you have in mind.”
I look at her remarkably unlined face, so pretty. “I was thinking,” I begin, and then back up. “That is, Gabriel and I were thinking that we’d like something small, nothing too fancy. We even thought it might be fun to have a brief ceremony at the gallery and then dinner afterward at a restaurant, or even here at the house. Just the family and a few friends?”
I try to read her expression, but her face gives nothing away.
“I see,” she says.
I hurry on. “We were hoping to have the ceremony sometime in November. It really shouldn’t take too long to organize.”
Blythe takes her time pouring two cups of tea and then hands one to me on a saucer. She offers me a cookie from a white plate, which I happily accept, but I notice she doesn’t take one for herself. She takes a sip of tea, holds the cup for a moment, and then sets it down. Reaching across the table, she takes my hand in hers. “I understand that you’d like to keep things simple, and I hope you won’t think me terribly old-fashioned, but may I ask you to hear me out?”
“Of course.”
She takes her hand away and takes another sip of tea. “First of all, I want you to know that I see how happy Gabriel is with you, and I’m glad for that. Finding love is something to be celebrated, and I suppose I feel strongly that I want to share my son’s happiness and this big step he’s taking with all my family and friends. I want them all to meet you, Addison, and to be part of your and Gabriel’s big day. Can you understand that?”
“Yes, I guess I can,” I say, and already I feel myself losing ground.
“This is a milestone in both of your lives, and not something to be rushed through. We are fortunate enough to have the means to give you a lovely wedding with all the trimmings. You and Hailey and I will have so much fun shopping for a wedding dress. If you’d like, we can hold the ceremony and reception at the club. Or if there are other venues you’d like to explore, we can do that. Whatever you’d like, we’ll do.” She picks up the binder from the table and hands it to me. “Here, I put this together for you. It’s information on venues, florists, photographers, and so on. You and Gabriel can look over everything at home. I’ll make an appointment with Philippa Morgan to look at wedding dresses. We could even go to New York if you’d like.”
She’s making me dizzy with all the plans. It sounds daunting—the dress and fittings, menus, guest lists, and standing in front of tons of people as we say our vows. I slide the brochures into one of my folders. “I’ll talk to Gabriel and see what he says.”
A look of determination settles on her face. “Gabriel will do whatever you tell him you’d like.”
So it’s my call, I think. If I go against her, I’ll start off married life with a strike against me. “You’re right, Blythe. We’ll look it all over and choose the venue. Then we can go from there.” I pause, thinking. “It’s almost the middle of September. Do you think we’ll still be able to get it all together by November?”
“Oh no, darling. Events of this magnitude take long and careful planning.” She inclines her head toward me. “But by this time next year, you will be dancing your first dance as husband and wife.”
The first thing I do when I get in the car is call Hailey, who luckily picks up right away. “Hey, it’s me. I’m just leaving your mom’s.”
“How did it go?” she asks.
“Not like I hoped. I went in thinking she’d go along with a small wedding, and I left agreeing to the event of the season.”
I hear Hailey chuckle. “I could have told you that would happen. I adore my mom, but when she sets her mind on something, there’s no use trying to change it.” Then her tone becomes serious. “I know you don’t want to be the center of attention for hordes of their friends, but listen—you and Gabriel will probably be so wrapped up in each other on your wedding day that you won’t even notice anyone else.”
“I don’t know. Maybe,” I say. “But having this huge thing means we’ll have to wait a whole year.”
“Hmm. I hadn’t thought about that part. But I’m sure the time will fly by. And I’m telling you, it will be a beautiful day, and you’ll have a great time. And whatever you need help with, I’m here. You know that.”