Cinnamon Bun

Chapter Five Hundred and Eighteen - Post I-Dos

Awen's mom looked between Awen and me, then Booksie and Rhawr above her. Her little tongue slipped out between her lips, wetting them like a mouse poking its head out of a hole only to notice a lion waiting for it. "Perhaps we can have this conversation somewhere a little more private?"

I was ready to jump in, but I saw the way Awen straightened her spine. She took a deep breath, and I could almost see the moment she decided that she had had enough. "No Mother."

"Pardon?" her mom asked.

"I said no, Mother," Awen replied, her voice growing a little more confident, a little louder. "You're the one who decided to start and make this a spectacle. What are you even doing here?"

"We're here on behalf of Mattergrove, and to ask my brother about you," her father said.

"Oh? Well then, I imagine it'll be a great look for Mattergrove when word gets out that two nobles from such a ... such a backwater nearly ruined the wedding of the decade."

I held back a giggle. It looked like Awen's Mom had just bitten into an entire lemon for a moment there. I don't think Awen actually believed Mattergrove to be a backwater. It was a lot more likely that she just wanted to say something to get under her parents' skin.

"Are these your parents, Awen?" Booksie asked. "Please, introduce us?"