"Having a good time, mother?" I took a large gulp from my glass.
"No, not quite."
Here we go. Damn it, I shouldn't have asked.
"All of the Carlisle kids are mated," she sighed. "I'm so jealous, it hurts, Richie."
I didn't make the mistake of commenting on that. If I did, she would go on and on about how ready I was for the mating life and how I was breaking her heart with how I lived my life.
We stood quiet, watching the new couples dance. She, with her glass of champagne, me, with my vodka. I prayed silently that we wouldn't speak, at least not another word about my relationship status.
"Aren't they picture perfect." She seemed deep in thought as she murmured this.
"Yeah, they are," I remarked.
"Our Goddess is the true matchmaker indeed." She turned to me, a serious look on her fa
