Celia held out the strawberry ice cream container out so Rob could squirt chocolate syrup on it, which he did quietly. Celia took a spoonful and offered it back to Rob, who did the same. Though a big part of her wanted to flee the room and this conversation, she stayed.
“Rob, I know I need to deal with my dad sometime,” Celia said. “But it’s up to me when, and how. I’m not willing to take it on just so he can walk me down the aisle, and I’m not interested in discussing it with you right now. We can talk about it when we meet with Carolyn next.” She took another spoonful of ice cream. She was glad it was here; it kept her rooted on the sofa.
“OK,” Rob said. “But”---
“Rob, I really mean it when I say I’m not going to talk about this now.”
“OK,” Rob said. “Can we talk about how to pay for a wedding?”
“If that conversation doesn’t include asking my dad for money, then yes.” They had reached the bottom of the ice cream, and Celia scooped up the final bite and dropped the spoon into the empty container. “Rob, do you want a wedding? I didn’t know guys cared one way or another.”
Rob thought. “I guess I always figured if I got married I’d have a wedding.” He paused, thinking, and Celia braced herself for whatever was coming next. “No, it really isn’t that important to me, for myself, but my parents or at least my Mom would be disappointed.”
“They’re not the ones getting married.” Celia could feel herself becoming more contrary with each statement, and she didn’t want to be, so she reached over for Rob’s hand and felt herself soften as she picked it up. “But I get that you would like them there, and if I am really honest with myself, I want Mom and Catherine there too.”
Celia played with Rob’s fingers, wishing he would respond, but she had the feeling he was still not sure how she would react to anything she said. He yearned for the remote control, she knew, and her heart warmed that he resisted.
“Don’t you want a wedding dress?” Rob asked. “Girls are supposed to like that stuff.”
Celia thought about it. When her father had left them, Celia had stopped fantasizing about many things, including being a princess and wearing princess dresses. Somehow a bride’s gown fell into that category for her; but then again a wedding dress didn’t have to mean long and white--
“As I see it, we have a few options for paying for the wedding, if we keep it small,” Rob said. Perhaps the dress question had been merely rhetorical.
Which option thrown out by Rob makes the most sense for Rob and Celia?
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