Chapter 12 - Phones Down at the Diner
The diner on Route 9 still had the same cracked vinyl booths and coffee that tasted burned if you let it sit. Daniel picked it because his mom said somewhere quiet would be nice, somewhere family could talk. She was already there when we walked in, her navy dress swapped for a dark sweater but the statement necklace still on, her beige handbag tucked tight against her side in the booth.
She stood halfway to hug me. I let her. Her perfume was sweet and too close.
"Sit, sit," she said. "I ordered onion rings for the table. Like old times."
Daniel slid in across from her. I sat next to him. The waitress brought waters and set a little plastic basket on the edge of the table.
She pointed at it with her pen. "Phones down gets you ten percent off dessert tonight. You guys in?"
His mom laughed and dropped hers in first. "See? Even I can do it."
Daniel put his in without a word. I hesitated half a second, then set mine face-down on top of his. It felt heavier than it should have. My whole plan from the lawyer's office was folded in my purse on the seat beside me, but I didn't touch it.
We ordered. Meatloaf for her, burger for Daniel, grilled chicken for me. Normal talk for a few minutes. The wedding date. The flowers. The weather last weekend. My breathing stayed even. I kept my hands around the water glass to keep them still.
When the food came, she lifted her water glass high.
"To the wedding," she said, smiling wide at the waitress like she wanted a witness. "To my son finally making an honest woman of this beautiful girl."
Daniel gave a short smile. I lifted my glass because there wasn't a way not to.
She didn't set her glass down. "And since we're all here, I have news. I called my friend with the truck. After the wedding we can move Daniel's things into your apartment that Saturday. No movers, no cost. We'll help you box up the office and make room in the closet. It'll be done before you get back from your honeymoon."
The onion rings steamed between us. I could feel Daniel go very still next to me. His hands came together on the edge of the table, fingers laced, knuckles pressed white. Just like in the boutique outside the curtain.
I looked at her, then at him. I waited a beat.
"That's kind of you to offer," I said. "But no money moves and no move-in happens without a prenup in place first."
The smile didn't drop all at once. It thinned.
"A prenup?" she said.
"Yes," I said. My voice stayed low. The waitress passed with a coffee pot and I paused until she was gone. "My apartment stays in my name. My accounts stay separate until we both sign something fair. A lawyer is drawing it up."
Daniel stared at his plate. He didn't unlock his hands.
His mom set her glass down hard enough that water sloshed. "Are you serious right now? At dinner?"
"I'm serious," I said.
She looked from me to Daniel. "Say something. This is your future wife talking about you like you're after her."
He breathed in through his nose. His shoulders lifted, then dropped. He said nothing.
I felt my pulse in my throat, but I kept my eyes on her.
"It's not personal. It's protection," I said. "Anyone marrying me needs to sign."
"Protection from what? From family?" Her voice went sharp, loud enough that the couple in the next booth glanced over. She leaned forward. "So that's it. You don't trust us. After everything I've done for this wedding, you sit here and tell me you don't trust family."
I didn't raise my voice. "I'm saying what I need."
"Need?" She laughed once. "You record people in dressing rooms and now you bring lawyers to dinner. What kind of marriage starts like that?"
Daniel finally moved. Just his thumb pressing harder into his own hand. He didn't look up.
I picked up my purse and set it on my lap. My phone was still in the basket. I left it there.
"I'm not agreeing to a move-in date tonight," I said. "And I'm not agreeing to combine anything. When there's paperwork, we can talk."
She grabbed her handbag and pulled it into her lap like she was done. "Fine. If you want to treat us like strangers, don't expect me to act like a mother to you."
The waitress came back with the check holder and stopped short at our faces. "Everything okay?"
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"Just the check," I said.
Daniel reached for his wallet with slow hands. None of us touched the onion rings after that.
