Renee hurries down the hallway, her phone ringing as she does so. "Yes, mom?" She answers warily as she picks, her gut telling her that it couldn't possibly be good news.
"Renee?" Maggie calls, sounding petulant and Renee braces herself for what was to come.
"I've only been here for less than half an hour and I want to beat everyone here with my wig…" She starts to complain.
Renee stops her journey, knowing that with how distracted she was, she was more than likely to run into a wall. "Mom, you're not wearing a wig…"
But Maggie had already moved past that. "The venue isn't flashy, no shimmering, no shining…"
"Mom, it's supposed to be a quiet woodside wedding." Renee cuts off her mother's ranting.
This was exactly why she had surprised them with the date because her mother, ever the party planning enthusiast, would have taken over the entire wedding without giving the opportunity for a refusal.
