“Then that’s even better.” Mom moves around to stand in front of me and pulls out a few pieces of my hair so they hang around my face, then adjusts the top of the dress. “If this were white, it would be the perfect wedding dress on you.”
“Mom.” I let out a long sigh. “Please don’t start.”
“I’m just saying.”
“I know what you’re saying, and I’m saying it’s way too soon for any of that talk. So please do not bring up weddings or babies when you meet Aiden.”
“I would never,” she gasps like she’s offended.
“Sure you wouldn’t,” I mutter, and my sisters laugh, because they have all been there with her. “I’m going to pay, then I need an iced coffee.” I hold the dress to my chest when June unzips me, then head back to the dressing room, thinking I would probably do better with a shot of bourbon. But if my mom is going to meet Aiden, that’s not an option, because I need to have my wits about me.