Chapter Three: Forgetful and Selfish
I was turning into Emily Gilmore. Not that to anyone else except my mother that would be completely and utterly horrible. But the fact was: I was becoming just like her. My life became a swarm of post-it notes, phone calls, notebooks, and every dress you could possibly imagine.
Sometimes, I just wanted to sit down and cry, it was so overwhelming, but Logan would pick me back up with soothing words and I was back to being Emily. Everyone knew about our engagement, and it was very soon before our "save the dates" came out that I realized something we'd been putting off for months. And all it took was two simple words.
"Your parents," my legs weakened.
"What about the-" he realized what I was saying mid sentence "we have to tell them." It was hard to believe that Logan was as scared as I was to do the inevitable. We knew that we would have to confront them eventually, but procrastinating became so easy.
He sat down at my feet. I began to run my fingers through his silky smooth hair. It was probably his best feature bringing out his eyes in a soft and simple tone, yet it was impossible not to notice.
"Ace," he paused "I can tell them, if you don't want to."
"No," I murmured, although selfishly my mind was saying yes, "it would only be right if I was there too. I don't want them to think I'm a coward."
"Good because we're having dinner with them tonight," he stood up. And I felt hell freeze over.
