“Perfect,” he replied. “Hold on, my mom’s calling me.”
The screen went black, but I didn’t hang up. I figured he’d come right back. I set the phone against a vase and kept folding napkins.
Then I heard voices.
Not faint background noise—clear, close. The call was still connected.
Owen’s mother, Patricia, said, “Did you get her to sign it?”
Owen chuckled. “Almost. She’s nervous about paperwork, but after the wedding she’ll do anything I ask. She wants this so bad.”