Amanda had heard horror stories about meeting mothers-in-law. The pressure felt heavy, considering how close to his mother Daniel was. Amanda loved him, but she knew a momma's boy when she saw one, and also knew what sort of mothers made them.

But Lucille greeted her warmly at the door, kissing her on both her cheeks. "It's so great to finally meet you."

"Likewise," said Amanda, handing over a container of egg salad she'd picked up on the way.

Lucille accepted it, but her mouth pinched. "Oh. Prepackaged."

Amanda looked to her fiancé for an explanation. But he just smiled.