Amelia and Bianca
“Is that so?” Amelia asked her dinner mate after she disclosed that her boyfriend was going to propose. “Why do you think that?”
“It’s just a feeling,” her friend, Bianca, said. “He was awful nervous when we last had dinner.”
“Could be something else,” Amelia said. “I thought Jason was going to propose one day, but he ended up breaking up. I found out he was so nervous because he thought I was going to kill him for ending the relationship.”
“You do come on quite hard, sometimes.”
“Sometimes, but that doesn’t mean you should be afraid of telling me something under penalty of death.”
Bianca laughed. “I’d be intimidated if I didn’t know you half as long as I do.”
“Whatever,” Amelia said rolling her eyes to the view out the window. “What are you doing this summer?”
“Ian’s taking me to Venice,” she said. “And then to his family in Paris.”
“Wow. I wish I was doing something half as impressive.”
“Well, it was a surprise to me, too. That’s part of the reason why I think—”
“Don’t jinx yourself.”
“Hah. Well, what are you doing?”
“Visiting my brother’s daughter in Minnesota. Just for a week and then I’ll probably find a job.”
“Your brother’s daughter? Why not your niece?”
“I guess she is my niece, but that would make me an aunt and I’m not old enough.”
“Tell me about it; I’m already a great aunt.”
“What?”
“Oh yes, Tessa decided to be a teen mom, like her mother. I’ve got a great nephew and I’m not even married yet! Heck, I’m not even out of school!”
“Excuse me madams,” the waiter said. “Desert?”
