From the anxious expression on Aundrea's face and how Pamela's hand patted her fiancé's gently in a steady, soothing beat I knew they'd been talking to Mom even before the former spoke.
"Are you sure everything is still going ahead for the wedding?" They'd barely sat down at my kitchen counter five seconds ago, Daisy taking their coats, the pair not even looking at the coffee I set in front of them.
"I'm positive," I said, doing my best to exude confidence with a broad smile while I hoped I didn't just lie to my friends. "Everything's fine, just a few hiccups. To be expected, right?" I sipped my own mug of java as I sat and pushed the plate of sugar cookies toward them. "Snack?"
Pamela took one while Aundrea's hands settled in her lap, clutching at each other as if she needed the support.
"Your mother sounded like she really meant it," Aundrea said, glancing at Pamela who sighed and shrugged before meeting my eyes.