Jaxon coughed awkwardly, turning his head away. “I’ll go find you something dry to wear.”
As he slipped out of the room, Paula chuckled and handed me the tea.
“Jaxon already told us—said the two of you are getting married soon. So yes, sweetheart, you'd better start calling me Mom.”
“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this day for so long,” Paula commented. “Let’s keep the date your mother chose, okay? No changes.”
The date she meant… was next month. It was supposed to be the day I married Steven.
The ginger tea in my hands slowly warmed me from the inside out. My chest tightened. My eyes stung.
The next day, Jaxon brought over everything we needed for the wedding. I thought with the date so close, we’d be scrambling. That we’d have to recycle the old plan I’d worked on for months with Steven.
But no. Jaxon had handled it all, so I don't need to worry about it at all. It was clear how serious he was.
Meanwhile, Steven…
Even after five years together, he still wouldn't have proposed if I hadn’t pushed him. What's more, I planned every detail of the wedding myself.