Later that evening, Sylvie called me as she usually would. "Miss me, darling?"
I answered earnestly. "More than ever before."
"Really?" Sylvie didn't seem to believe me.
I answered again, this time with adamance, "Really!"
"Well, if you say so. I think I can trust it a little."
She seemed to be in a good mood. "Oh, and I'm already making the preparations for the wedding. We'll check out the attire and the hotel for the reception once I'm back. How does that sound?"
"You don't have to trouble yourself with that," I declined. "I'll get my family to prepare the wedding, and it'll happen in my childhood home. You won't be disappointed, I guarantee that."
"A wedding?" And then Sophie's voice echoed from behind. "I thought I said no wedding! And you want to go back to your childhood home for that? You didn't even talk to me about that! I never said yes to that!"
I calmly put my phone down and turned my attention to the shocked Sophie. Not nervous at all, I said, "It's not like I'm go
