My Husband Wants An Open Marriage
“I am, actually.”
My mother claps her hands, leading us into the house. The smell of roasted meat, fresh bread, and something sweet hits us immediately. The house is warm, loud, and alive. Cousins, aunts, uncles, and neighbors mill around, and the chatter is deafening. Julie’s eyes dart from one face to another, trying to keep up.
“Luke’s finally here!” Carolina shouts, bounding down the hallway. She gives me a quick hug before turning to Julie. “Julie, welcome to our home.”