“You don’t want to be married at the Venetian? One of their grandest rooms has come available and it only holds 300. I had to cut down the guest list from 500 to 300, and you are saying you do not want to be married there? All of our family has been married there. You want us to break tradition?” Darla questioned Zoe.
Feeling overwhelmed and knowledgeable of the fact that this conversation could turn into an argument, she looked over to Dylan.
“Mom, we want something intimate and small. Something that represents us. We want to start a new tradition” Dylan said, smiling at his mother.
Zoe began nibbling at her salad. His parents had made an exquisite lunch for them today. His mother had prepared lamb, potatoes, and salad. She knew now that Dylan learned to cook from his mother. She knew her way around the kitchen.
As much as she tried to exit this conversation, she couldn’t. Luckily, Dylan’s dad wasn’t around to support Darla in bombarding them with wedding plans.