Nash's [POV]
"Yeah. Yes. Momm . . . Stop."
My mom's been nagging me for two months to go to my high school friend's wedding. I wouldn't even consider it if it were back in Dallas. I moved here to get away from everyone and everything I knew. I don't miss anything about Dallas except my mom.
"Nash, the wedding's under an hour from your house. I pulled it up on Google maps. I'll email it to you."
Mom still thinks I'm a teenager. That's the last time I spent any real time with her back in high school when she did everything for me. Since I left for the army, I've seen her maybe once a year.
"I'm good with the maps, Momma." I laugh to myself. "I promise I'll try to make it down there."
"I told Bitzy you were coming. They'll have a place for you at the family table. It's a very high-end wedding. He's marrying a debutante from Georgia. If you don't go, it will reflect badly on our entire family."
