"Honey, let’s call your parents."
I looked into his eyes and smiled at my husband of forty-five hours. "No, not yet."
“They will surely kill me this time."
“No point delaying the inevitable,” he laughed. "I'm sure they already know their daughter is one crazy chick."
I pulled myself up from my beach towel. “It might have occurred to them that I’m not like my siblings, but I don’t think my mother ever imagined that I would pull a stunt like this.”
“Eloping? That was the best thing I’ve ever done,” he said, running his fingers down my arm.
“Same here. But I’ve deprived my mother of a chance to shine and wear aso-ebi with her friends so she will never forgive me.”