At our lavish engagement party, I watched from the balcony as my fiancée purposefully sh0ved my mother into the decorative fountain. “Your cheap clothes are ruining my aesthetic,” she laughed with her rich friends.

I slid the agreement back. “We will consider it.”

Celeste kissed my cheek. “That is why I love you. You are reasonable.”

After they left, my mother stared at me. “You are not marrying her.”

“No.”

“Then why did you let them walk out smiling?”