Silence ensued over the call. Just when anyone might have thought the call was disconnected, Arwen, who knew her grandmother better than anyone, braced herself.
As she had guessed, Brenda finally spoke after a moment. "You got married?" her voice was low and measured, giving the familiar feeling of calm before the storm.
Arwen took a deep breath, steadying herself and her heart for the reaction she knew was coming. "Yes, Granna."
Brenda let out a slow exhale of disbelief. "And you didn't tell me this before? To give me at least the hint of your plans?"
Arwen smiled faintly. She could almost picture her grandmother's expression—a mixture of pride and annoyance. "If I had, would you really have let me go through with it?"
