I shook my head, and just like that, any hope of a pleasant evening disappeared. They exchanged a glance that said everything: How did our son end up with her?
I smiled politely, ate my dinner, and told myself things would improve.
I truly believed that if I tried hard enough, they’d eventually accept me.
I was wrong.
The wedding came sooner than I expected. We kept it small and intimate. At the reception, Ethan’s mother approached me near the dessert table.
“You look beautiful,” she said, pulling me into a hug. Then she whispered, “We’ll see how long this lasts.”
I pulled back. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, I just mean marriage is difficult,” she replied smoothly. “Especially when two people come from very different worlds.”
“We’re not that different,” I said.
“Of course not,” she smiled, squeezing my hand. “I’m sure you’ll be very happy.”
I told Ethan about it that night. He held me close and kissed my forehead.
