(Malory)
Everything is perfect. We’ve got food, fun, champagne and each other.
It’s perfect.
Too perfect.
I hear a car pull up to the front of our house. It takes my attention away from the laugher in the room.
Everyone at the table turns to look at the front door, confused as to who could possibly be parking outside.
“Were you expecting someone, Mrs Lloyd?” Ron asks.
Mom thinks, biting her lip as she raises a piece of ham on a fork to her lips. She drops it in realisation. “Oh, wait a minute!” She says, her eyes lighting up. “Oh yes! Yes,” she says, looking around, frantically, “Oh dear,” she says, fluffing her hair, “Oh no, Malory is there food around my mouth?”
I look at my mother, processing the situation. “Mom,” I say, “No, there’s no food… who else was joining us tonight?”
She blushes.
It all comes together.
I turn to Kyle. Our eyes lock as we share the same sentiments.
Ace.