Chapter 208
My mother returned with her tablet, settling into the chair beside me with the determination of a general planning a campaign. She tapped the screen, pulling up search results with the kind of efficiency that made me wonder if she'd been preparing for this moment for years.
"Now," she said, her voice businesslike but her eyes sparkling, "let's establish parameters. Budget, guest count, preferred dates. The basics."
I blinked. "I haven't really thought about that..."
"Then think now." She wasn't being harsh, just focused. "Dafa's a soldier. He probably has limited leave. You're a doctor with a schedule that's about to get even crazier once you're fully off probation. You need to pick dates that work for both of you."
She had a point. A good one.
"Late autumn, maybe?" I offered. "Before the winter rush at the hospital, but after the rainy season."
My mother typed notes into her tablet. "Good. Guest count?"
I hesitated. "I don't even know where to start."
