Page 99 of Snowed In
At this, Mam perks up. “You’re having lunch with her family?”
“Well, with Emily,” I say, highly doubtful that Aidan will show up.
Andrew lets out a low whistle. “Lunch with the mother. Things are getting serious.”
Hannah finally puts her phone down, her expression intense. “Show me the pictures.”
“Of what?”
“Of herdress.”
“Her dress?” The main thing I remember about her dress was when I tugged down the bodice to suck on her—
“Preferably with her in it,” Hannah says, tearing into a piece of toast as I take out my phone.
“I’ve only got a few,” I say, showing her some pictures of Megan I took at the beginning of the night. “I’m sure she’ll have more. I can ask her to—”
I’m cut off by Hannah’s squeal as she grabs the phone from my hand. Molly immediately rushes to her side so they can look together.
“Oh wow,” she says, squeezing Hannah’s shoulder. “You did an amazing job.”
“You have to let me make one for you now,” she says, as Mam joins the little group. “I’m working on this satin pink slip that you’d lookperfectin. Right, Andrew?”
“Right,” he says, watching Molly with such an obvious puppy-dog expression that I have to kick him under the table.
They’re supposed to go up to the cabin this afternoon, but whether he’s popping the question today or tomorrow, I don’t know.
“Have you told her yet?” I whisper, as the others continue to fawn over the dress.
“No,” he says quietly. “She thinks we’re just going out for a drive. I’ve got a bag packed for her in the car.”
“Sneaky.”
“I couldn’t sleep. I kept dreaming I lost the ring.”
“You’ll be grand. She’s going to say yes.”
“I know. I just want it to be special.”
I reach for the butter, trying not to smile too much. My big brother always was a big softie.
“The fundraiser went well then?” he asks.
“Yeah. Megan seemed happy.”
“That’s all that matters,” Andrew says, as his eyes drift back to Molly.
“Alright,” Mam says briskly. “Who’s having eggs? Molly dear, thank you for that seasoning, but I’ve left it on the side just in case it’s a bit too much for—”
She’s interrupted as the doorbell rings, and Hannah stands so abruptly her chair almost topples over.
“Oh my goodness,” she says loudly. “Who could that be?”
She doesn’t wait for an answer as she runs from the room, leaving the rest of us to exchange blank glances.
“Do you think it’s Santa?” Andrew asks Molly.
“Maybe. Or maybe it’s—Zoe?”
