“That’s easy for you to say,” I remind her acidly. “You got married within a year of dreamy courtship. Dad rented a white horse for the wedding, even though you were both broke. You’re basically a fairy tale in a cocktail dress.”
She shrugs. “I wouldn’t have married for anything less. Even if it didn’t give me a happily ever after, that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth trying for. Love is always a leap.”
My heart tugs at that. Of all people, Mom deserved that more than anyone: a fairy tale ending. I can’t think of a single person who’s more romantic than her, or who believes in True Love—capital T and L—with the same fervor. If my dream is to become a top notch reporter, hers has always been to be whisked away in a carriage with doves pulling the reins. To experience a romance for the ages,
