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been with Andy for years now, and you meet Stowe and boom—engaged. It’s just hard on her. You’d feel the same way if you were her.”
    â€œOkay, first of all, we dated for a year before he proposed—that’s not exactly ‘boom, engaged.’ Secondly, Stowe and I are the type of people who know what we want and go after it. It’s not my fault Andy is dragging his feet. He’s a nice guy, but he really seems to just coast on his father, you know what I mean?”
    â€œHoney, it’s not her fault either.”
    â€œI know, Mom. I’m just saying, if she’s annoyed with anyone, it should be with Andy, not me. And there’s no use in her taking it out on me for the next eight months. She should be happy for me. And if she gets engaged someday, I’ll be happy for her.”
    They carried the dessert into the dining room. Meryl had hoped that by some chance Amy would be there, but was not surprised to find she wasn’t.
    â€œThese macarons look delicious,” Meryl said, placing down the tray. Really, she had to lighten up about Tippy. She had made an appearance at dinner, seemed to be having a good time, even, and Meryl had made it clear they didn’t need any help with paying for the wedding, thank-you-very-much—everyone could move on and just enjoy the planning.
    â€œThey fly them in from Monaco every day,” Tippy said.
    â€œReally?” said Meryl. She and Meg shared a conspiratorial smile, and for the first time all night, she felt close to her daughter. She would never admit to having a favorite, but there had always been something about her relationship with Meg—a shared language, an effortless connection. Even when Meg was a teenager, when everyone warned Meryl not to take it personally if she pulled away, their closeness hadn’t diminished. With Amy, there were always her moods, her sense of entitlement, her competitiveness. And Jo, a sweet girl, was certainly the most good-natured out of them all, but Meryl always had a hard time understanding her.
    â€œShould we wait for Amy?” asked Hugh.
    â€œI think we should just start without them. Stowe’s dad is expecting Tippy to join him soon,” said Meg.
    â€œNo, it’s okay,” said Stowe. “We don’t have to rush.”
    â€œDarling, she’s right. I have to get going,” said Tippy.
    Tippy left with effusive praise for the dinner and apologies for Reed’s absence. When she leaned in to give Meryl an air kiss, she said quietly, “Please think about our conversation.”
    Meryl didn’t know if Tippy meant the part about them paying for the wedding, or the part about the wedding planner, but she nodded politely.
    â€œI’m glad you two can stay awhile longer,” Meryl said to Meg and Stowe. She had expected they might leave with Tippy, but the pair didn’t seem to be in a rush.
    Her hand was still on the door when it pushed open again. She jumped back, startled.
    â€œWe’re back!” Amy called.
    â€œWe just saw your mother in the hall,” said Andy. “I’m sorry we took so long. Didn’t mean to miss dessert.”
    Was it her imagination, or was Amy beaming?
    Instinctively Meryl looked down at her daughter’s hand and saw a splinter of light coming from the enormous cushion-cut diamond ring on her finger.
    â€œAmy…” Meryl trailed off, eyes wide.
    â€œWe’re getting married!”
    â€œOh, sweetheart, congratulations. Come here—you too, Andy.” Meryl opened her arms, hugging her daughter and future son-in-law. Over Amy’s shoulder, she glanced at Hugh, who had visibly paled—a “deer caught in the headlights” look on his face. Another wedding to pay for.
    â€œHon, why don’t you uncork a bottle of champagne,” Meryl said to spur him out of his paralysis.
    â€œCongrats, you two.” Meg said. “What interesting timing.”
    Meryl