“So do you.”
She patted my cheek. “No lying on your wedding day, sweetheart.”
I took her hands.
They were warm, light, and restless.
“You look beautiful, Cindy.”
Before I could answer, she turned toward a mirror near the bridal suite door, then stopped. Her fingers rose to the edge of her scarf. They hovered there, fixing nothing.
Mason stepped in behind her.
“Nana, my beautiful girl.”
She turned.
His face softened in a way I had seen only around her.
They hovered there, fixing nothing.
“Walk me down the hall before the ceremony?”
She blinked. “Your mother will want that, dear.”
“Mom already got me into shoes that match. You’ve done enough damage.”
Maribel laughed.
