Page 107 of Husband of the Year
“Know what?”
“What you’re calling to tell me.”
“Which is?”
“About the wedding.” She knows. And the tranquility remains. “Olan called me. He said he was spending the baby’s nap time canceling all the things and wanted to call me himself.”
Just when I think he can’t be any more amazing, Olan goes and proves me wrong.
“Oh. Are you okay about it?”
“Marvin, I’ve told you from the beginning of all this, all I want is for my son to be happy. You’re getting married. Soon. You’re going to be a Sadie.”
Since I can remember,Funny Girlhas been a comfort movie for mymother. The soundtrack was on repeat in our apartment for all of my formative years. She’s right. I’m finally going to be a…
“Well, married… gentleman.” I’m determined to make her understand in this marriage equation, there are no brides.
“Doesn’t quite have the same ring, though, does it?”
“How about we go with ‘lady’? Just for us.” It’s the least I can do for her.
“Thank you.” I can almost hear the smile spread across her face.
“But you won’t be here.”
“We can celebrate the next time I visit. I’m coming for a week this summer. Possibly ten days. Heck, maybe two weeks, we’ll see. Olan and I already discussed it.”
“That sounds wonderful, Mom. Illona will be thrilled. We’ll take lots of pictures on Friday. I promise.”
“You better.”
“Thanks for understanding.” I’m about a block away from the terminal and spot Isabella’s Range Rover.
“Of course. And remember how much I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
When I approach the car, Isabella and Illona pop out, with matching massive smiles.
“How did it go?” I ask.
They exchange a quick glance, then turn to me and burst into uncontrollable giggles.
I raise my eyebrows. “What?”
Taking a deep breath, Isabella says, “Illona and I agreed. I’m keeping the dress. You and Olan will see it Friday.”
Illona covers her mouth, concealing her beautiful grin, and nods.
“I’m going to pick her up at lunchtime on Friday. We ladies need a little extra time to prepare. We’ll see you at city hall at three.”
“Sounds good. Maybe I should take the afternoon off.” I scratch my chin.
“You are getting married,” Illona says. “I think it’s allowed.”
Now I’m laughing, but also, holy crap, I’m getting married in three days.
“Okay, you two better get moving so you don’t miss the ferry.” Isabella kisses Illona and then pulls me into a warm, tight hug that lingers a little longer than usual.
