Patricia

"Welcome, mother,” I say, strolling into the house.

She ignores me, heading towards her room.

“I'm still mad at you for not telling me about the day for your dress fitting.”

“Mother, you can't stay mad at me forever. I was being a considerate child.”

“You should have allowed me to decide if I could make it or not.”

“Argggh. I know you, mother, you would have moved the earth if it were possible just to get down here.”

“Louis is secondary. You, my baby, will always come first. It's bad enough that I can't seem to play any role in this preparation because people have been paid to do practically everything.”

“Uhmm. Mother, I'm sorry. I know videos do not do as much justice as being there. I can arrange for another fitting if you want.”

“That will be an extra expense.”

“Which I can comfortably pay for.”

“I guess I'll have to wait till the wedding day.”

“Mom, I'm sorry.”

“It's fine. Your sins have been forgiven. Sin no more.”

“Yes ma'am. How was the Dubai tour?”

“It was good," mother says.