Cheap Trick
“This must be Logan, your fiancé.”
Danielle tips her head to me, smiling, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “Yeah, it is. Logan, this is my mom and…” she trails off, looking at the other woman.
“Nancy,” she introduces herself. “Mother of the groom.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say and extend my other hand. “And you too, Mrs. Cross.”
Danielle’s mom laughs, high-pitched and fake. “Please, call me Carol. We’re going to be family soon enough. Have you two talked about wedding dates yet?”
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