It's Got A Ring To It by Desconhecido(a) Page B

was still going, “I was rolling on the floor when I heard that.
You know, Lucy’s in charge of the block party this year, so there’s no telling
who’s going to be there or how it’s going to turn out. She can’t cook worth a
dime, so it’s likely to be potluck or catered. I just hope she doesn’t come
with all that skinny food. I can just imagine a buffet of celery sticks and
sushi, and a whole bunch of fat free stuff. I have a second mind to march right
up to that woman and tell her that I need some real food with real fat and
preferably something that I can really sink my teeth into. Heck, I’ll bring
something to fill me up. Maybe that photographer will barbecue. He really is
sweet. And, good looking.”
    There had to be a catch. Sure she was concerned with the wedding, but
she’d never pass up the chance to marry off both her daughters and increase her
chances of getting grandchildren. “Mom, how did you find out he was a
photographer? What did you do, attack him at the post office?”
    “I know what you’re thinking
,
Laila , and you’re
right. Initially, I was thinking that I should fix you two up. He is a handsome
devil. Kind of favors the doctor on that hospital show. Tall. Full head of wavy
ebony hair, the way you like. Piercing steel
gray
eyes. A lot like your
eyes, baby. Broad shoulders. Strong build .
Definitely a man’s man, but gentlemanly, too. But , I did see this cute little blond girl waiting for him. If
Barbie were human, I’m sure she’s her. Perfect, I’m telling you. Nothing but skin and bones, but a sweet little thing nonetheless. Reminds me of a modern Grace Kelly with Pamela Anderson’s body. Or, one of those Hefner bunnies. I could tell they were
together, but I don’t know who she is to him because I didn’t see them kiss or
hold hands or anything affectionate. But, you never know with you young folks.”
      “You still didn’t say how
you found out he’s a photographer.”
      “Well, the other day, I
was standing there in the line waiting to send a birthday present to Aunt Libby
and he was on the phone with someone in front of me. He was talking loud enough
for me to hear, so I overheard him telling someone that he was booked up for
next weekend shooting three different weddings. Well, you know me. As soon as
he got off the phone, I told him that I couldn’t help but overhear that he was
a wedding photographer and that we might need his services for Lena’s wedding.
He gladly gave me his business card and offered to show us his portfolio.”
    “So, that’s it. Just wedding photography and nothing else, right
,
Mom?” I asked skeptically.
    “Right.” A tinge of hesitation lingered in her voice.
    “Mom, what are you not telling me?”
    “Nothing…I just told him that my other single beautiful daughter was
the maid of honor and in charge of the planning, so he would have to meet with
you to talk about the details, that’s all. So, he’s coming to meet you.”
    “Mom, tell me you didn’t take that wallet-sized headshot of me out of
your purse again?” She is impossible. Talk about utter embarrassment. I don’t
know how she did it, but she managed to take my headshot from years ago and
shrink it to a wallet-sized version to keep handy in her purse, on the off chance
she might meet my
P
rince
C
harming and not be
able to bribe him into meeting me.
    “Well, it couldn’t hurt. Really, Laila . Plus, I gave him your card and maybe he can
refer you some business. Word of mouth is the best form of marketing.”
    “Ugh, Mom. You are so embarrassing. I’m absolutely mortified. Now
this guy, who probably thinks I’m a desperate old hag that needs to be fixed up
by her mother, is not going to think I’m a professional. He’s going to think I
need professional help.”
    “Oh
,
Laila , what’s the worst that could happen? He’s married and
maybe he refers some clients who need candy for their weddings. That’s not so
bad.”
    “Well, it doesn’t really matter