"Clara,"
"Mom," The girl looked up from the magazine she had been looking at as soon as she heard her mother's voice.
She stood up and went to welcome her mother, "Thank God, you're home right on time."
"Yeah, you told me that it was an emergency. I had to finish up as quickly as I could to answer my darling daughter." Diana pinched her cheeks playfully while Clara smiled.
"Come on, mother," Clara turned and took her by the hand, leading her to the couch she had been on and made her sit with her, "The wedding planner would be here any moment,"
"The wedding planner?" The woman was taken aback by the news.
"Oh God, mom, you seriously didn't forget about that," She groaned, rubbing her head.
"Honestly, I actually thought you were pulling my leg, this isn't the first time you've pulled jokes like this one, Clara. You are really getting married? Why haven't I gotten a call about that from Marcel? That isn't proper!" The woman felt insulted.
