Henley
“Mom, let me know what you want me to do. I want to help." I took another drink of my orange juice.
“You have enough going on with Declan without having to worry about me." Mom smiled adoringly at Maxwell, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Grayson, do you have Lillian's number? I'll call her today and see what she can do."
“No need." Maxwell held her hand. “I'll call her. When I explain what's happening, I'm sure she'll be more than willing to help. Cecille, I don't want you to worry about anything. I want you to enjoy this. The only thing you need to think of is where you'd like to go on our honeymoon."
Mom's head snapped up, looking straight into my eyes. “I can't leave Henley. Not with her marriage coming up."
“Mom," I said flatly, smiling. “Go on your honeymoon and have fu
