Sofia

I sat in the passenger seat, my hands folded neatly in my lap, staring out the window of Louis's car. "I was thinking about the reception hall," Louis was saying, "Your mother thinks the parish hall is traditional, but I was looking at the community center near the park. It holds more people, if we’re going to invite the neighboring congregations, we need the square footage."

"Mmm," I hummed, watching a raindrop race down the glass.

"And the flowers," he continued, glancing at me ...