Bianca’s Point of View “Asher, are you even listening to me?” I snap my fingers lightly in front of him, half teasing, half irritated. His eyes have glazed over again, the way they do sometimes when he drifts off somewhere far away from me. He blinks, and clears his throat. “Yeah, of course. Sorry, you were talking about colors for the ceremony. You said you liked pale blue and silver, right?" I study him carefully, my brows lifting slightly. “Yeah that's right. And you agreed we should talk to your mother soon. I don’t want to keep postponing it forever.” His lips twitch, a shadow of a smile. “I didn’t say forever. Just… when the timing feels right. But yes, we will talk to her. Soon.” It’s not as firm an answer as I would have liked, but at least it’s something. I nod my head slowly, resting my hand against my stomach. “Good. Because this is important to me, Asher. To us.” He glances at me his expression softening, and he reaches out to squeeze my hand. “
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