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heart to her. This is the dress she wants.”
Mom hurries away from the customer before I have a chance to respond. My mother is perfectly capable of explaining the little blue heart. She is actually better at storytelling than I am. But she has rushed to greet Kellen and Laura, and Valerie is standing there looking at me.
I make my way over to her and tell Valerie what a lovely gown she has chosen. I’m halfway through telling her about the blessed little blue heart that will rest just under the small of her back, when the front door opens and a man steps inside. Mom walks over to him, all smiles.
Why didn’t she tell me she was expecting someone?
Out of the corner of my eye I see her lead the man over to meet Kellen and Laura. Okay, so he’s not a customer or Valerie’s future groom or a man wanting to sell a used wedding dress.
I finish up with Valerie, placing her lovely tea-length dress in a garment bag. I walk her to the door, thank her for shopping at Something Blue and lock the door behind her. Mia has joined her parents and the man I don’t know. I walk over to them.
“Oh, and this is my daughter, Daisy,” Mom pulls on my arm as I approach. “Daisy, this is Marshall Mitchell.”
That’s it. No explanation. Just here’s a man with interchangeable first and last names.
“How do you do?” I offer my hand.
“Hello.” Marshall Mitchell shakes my hand. He’s of average height. A little thick around the middle. Clear, watery-blue eyes. Goatee. Suit and tie.
“Marshall is very interested in learning how to invest in the stock market, and I knew Kellen would be just the person to help him out.” Mom sounds sincere but I’m having trouble understanding why on earth she’d arrange for a little financial mentoring when we’re supposed to be having dinner as a family.
Kellen catches my eye. The tiniest smirk is on his lips. He nonchalantly toys with his wedding band and lets his eyes travel to Mitchell Marshall. I mean, Marshall Mitchell.
I follow his gaze to Marshall’s left hand.
No wedding ring.
Marshall Mitchell is single.
I could strangle my mother.
I look back at my brother and he is fighting for control. Bridled laughter is etched across his face.
My mother is telling us how she met Marshall at the golf course last week and how they got to talking and I am only catching half of it. I am glaring at Kellen, imploring him with my eyes to please, please get me out of this.
He gets it.
“Well, sure, Marshall. We could talk sometime. You ever come up to White Bear Lake?”
Marshall starts to answer but my darling Yenta rushes in. “Well, since you’re here, Marshall, why don’t you just join us for dinner? We’re going to Ping’s. Have you been there? It’s fabulous.”
“Oh, I don’t want to intrude on family time—”
“Oh, it wouldn’t be an intrusion at all, would it, Kellen?” Mom doesn’t wait to hear Kellen’s answer. “This isn’t a big family to-do! We just love Chinese food. Please, you must come!”
“Well, okay,” Marshall says this as sheepishly.
“Lovely!” Mom claps her hands.
Kellen offers me the slightest shrug of his shoulders as if to say, “Sorry! Nothing I could do!”
Well, I can do something.
“Um, Mom, I need to ask you something about that dress that you just sold. It won’t take but a moment. Excuse us.”
I say these three sentences with as much urgent nonchalance as I can.
Mom opens her mouth to protest but I propel her away with a touch on her elbow.
“Really, Daisy,” she says as we head to the other end of the store. “Can’t this wait?”
“Nope.”
Seconds later we are at a far rack and I have my mother’s complete attention.
“Mom, we had an agreement. No more fixing me up, remember?”
Mom produces a look of astonishment. “I am not fixing you up. Didn’t you hear what I said? Marshall came here tonight to talk to Kellen. Not you.”
“We haven’t seen Mia in weeks and you invite a man you just met at the
Mom hurries away from the customer before I have a chance to respond. My mother is perfectly capable of explaining the little blue heart. She is actually better at storytelling than I am. But she has rushed to greet Kellen and Laura, and Valerie is standing there looking at me.
I make my way over to her and tell Valerie what a lovely gown she has chosen. I’m halfway through telling her about the blessed little blue heart that will rest just under the small of her back, when the front door opens and a man steps inside. Mom walks over to him, all smiles.
Why didn’t she tell me she was expecting someone?
Out of the corner of my eye I see her lead the man over to meet Kellen and Laura. Okay, so he’s not a customer or Valerie’s future groom or a man wanting to sell a used wedding dress.
I finish up with Valerie, placing her lovely tea-length dress in a garment bag. I walk her to the door, thank her for shopping at Something Blue and lock the door behind her. Mia has joined her parents and the man I don’t know. I walk over to them.
“Oh, and this is my daughter, Daisy,” Mom pulls on my arm as I approach. “Daisy, this is Marshall Mitchell.”
That’s it. No explanation. Just here’s a man with interchangeable first and last names.
“How do you do?” I offer my hand.
“Hello.” Marshall Mitchell shakes my hand. He’s of average height. A little thick around the middle. Clear, watery-blue eyes. Goatee. Suit and tie.
“Marshall is very interested in learning how to invest in the stock market, and I knew Kellen would be just the person to help him out.” Mom sounds sincere but I’m having trouble understanding why on earth she’d arrange for a little financial mentoring when we’re supposed to be having dinner as a family.
Kellen catches my eye. The tiniest smirk is on his lips. He nonchalantly toys with his wedding band and lets his eyes travel to Mitchell Marshall. I mean, Marshall Mitchell.
I follow his gaze to Marshall’s left hand.
No wedding ring.
Marshall Mitchell is single.
I could strangle my mother.
I look back at my brother and he is fighting for control. Bridled laughter is etched across his face.
My mother is telling us how she met Marshall at the golf course last week and how they got to talking and I am only catching half of it. I am glaring at Kellen, imploring him with my eyes to please, please get me out of this.
He gets it.
“Well, sure, Marshall. We could talk sometime. You ever come up to White Bear Lake?”
Marshall starts to answer but my darling Yenta rushes in. “Well, since you’re here, Marshall, why don’t you just join us for dinner? We’re going to Ping’s. Have you been there? It’s fabulous.”
“Oh, I don’t want to intrude on family time—”
“Oh, it wouldn’t be an intrusion at all, would it, Kellen?” Mom doesn’t wait to hear Kellen’s answer. “This isn’t a big family to-do! We just love Chinese food. Please, you must come!”
“Well, okay,” Marshall says this as sheepishly.
“Lovely!” Mom claps her hands.
Kellen offers me the slightest shrug of his shoulders as if to say, “Sorry! Nothing I could do!”
Well, I can do something.
“Um, Mom, I need to ask you something about that dress that you just sold. It won’t take but a moment. Excuse us.”
I say these three sentences with as much urgent nonchalance as I can.
Mom opens her mouth to protest but I propel her away with a touch on her elbow.
“Really, Daisy,” she says as we head to the other end of the store. “Can’t this wait?”
“Nope.”
Seconds later we are at a far rack and I have my mother’s complete attention.
“Mom, we had an agreement. No more fixing me up, remember?”
Mom produces a look of astonishment. “I am not fixing you up. Didn’t you hear what I said? Marshall came here tonight to talk to Kellen. Not you.”
“We haven’t seen Mia in weeks and you invite a man you just met at the
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