“A little. I wanted to make a good impression.”
“On Deborah?”
“On all of them.”
She gave me a small, sad smile.
Then she leaned closer.
“On all of them.”
“Honey, I didn’t choose this dress by accident.”
I stared at her.
“What do you mean?”
She opened her purse and handed me her phone.
“Read.”
Deborah’s name was at the top.
“What do you mean?”
“The restaurant is more formal than it sounds. I didn’t want you to feel underdressed, Lillian.”
Mom had replied that she already had something to wear.
Then:
“If cost is an issue, please let me send you something for the outfit. I’d hate for Grace to feel awkward.”
“She offered you money?”
“Keep going.”
“I didn’t want you to feel underdressed, Lillian.”
Expensive dress links followed. Mom had declined again.
Then Deborah wrote:
“I just want everyone to look like they belong together.”
My stomach turned.
The last message was worse.
“Josh said you’d understand. He knows how important the engagement dinner is to us.”
Mom had declined again.
I read it twice.
“Josh?”
“I don’t know exactly what he knew, Gracie.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What would you have done?”
“I would’ve called her.”
“Exactly.”
“What would you have done?”
“She deserved to be called out.”
“And then?”
I stared at her.
“Deborah would’ve apologized. Josh would’ve smoothed it over, and you would’ve talked me into wearing something else.”
“I would’ve tried to help.”
“I know.”
“Deborah would’ve apologized.”
Mom took the phone back.
“I wasn’t trying to make Deborah prove anything. She already had.”
“Then why wear this?”
“Because I’m tired of people acting like I belong only after I’ve changed enough to suit them.”
My throat tightened.
She looked straight at me.
“Then why wear this?”
“And I needed you to see it before you married into it.”
I’d been furious at Deborah for judging Mom while quietly doing my own version of it.
Mom opened the door.
“Are you coming back?”
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I’d been furious at Deborah for judging Mom.
My fingers moved toward my engagement ring.
Then stopped.
“Yes.”
We returned together.
Josh pulled out my chair.
“Everything okay?”
I didn’t sit.
My fingers moved toward my engagement ring.
“Did you know your mother was telling mine what to wear tonight?”
Josh looked at Deborah first.
“Josh.”
“She told me she wanted to help Lillian with the dress code.”
“And what did you say?”
“She told me she wanted to help Lillian with the dress code.”
“I told her if she thought your mom would appreciate it, fine.”
“Did you ask why she thought my mother needed help?”
“No.”
Deborah set down her glass.
“I was trying to be considerate, Grace.”
“By offering my mother money?”
“I was trying to be considerate, Grace.”
“I didn’t want her arriving here and realizing she’d misunderstood the evening.”
Mom spoke quietly.
“Whose embarrassment?”
Deborah hesitated.
“I was trying to prevent an awkward situation.”
Frank shifted.
“I was trying to prevent an awkward situation.”
“We’ve made the point. Let’s finish dinner.”
“Dad’s right,” Josh said.
There it was again: not stopping Deborah, managing the aftermath.
“Grace,” Josh said quietly, “please sit down.”
I didn’t.
“If I sit down, what happens?”
“Let’s finish dinner.”
“What do you mean?”
“We finish dessert, everyone goes home, and tomorrow your mother says she was misunderstood.”
Deborah stiffened. “I would never say that, Grace. Don’t speak for me.”
“You don’t have to. Everybody else says it for you.”
Frank exhaled. “This is getting us nowhere.”
“Don’t speak for me.”
“No. This is the first time we’ve actually gotten somewhere in this family.”
My fingers moved to my ring.
Josh noticed.
“Grace.”
I slid it off.
His face changed immediately.
I slid it off.
“Don’t.”
I set the ring beside my plate.
“I’m not ending us tonight, Josh.”
Josh stared at it. “Then what are you doing?”
“I’m stopping the wedding plans. I need to decide whether I want to marry into this family.”
Deborah went still.
“Then what are you doing?”
“Over a dress, Grace?” she asked. “That’s… rich.”
I turned to her.
“No. Over the fact that you decided my mother needed to look different before she could sit at this table, and Josh knew enough to let you try.”
Josh pushed back his chair.