I walked over to the small table next to the window, and slowly placed the tray there.
“Mom, would you like me to serve?” I asked.
I had hoped she would say no, as she always said, but not this time, this time she said, “Yes, Genevieve, would you mind serving. We are in the middle of selecting the flowers, and I would like to continue.”
“It will be my pleasure,” I, hesitantly, answered.
I quickly served all three, and hurried out of the office.
As I was walking out, I heard mom say, “Genevieve, Arturo and Maritza, have asked if you could meet with them and write their wedding announcement for the newspaper, and they want to know if you would write and design their wedding invitations. They liked the engagement announcement you wrote for them, and know you will do a great job.”
“Yes, Genevieve, Maritza and I, would like it, if you wrote it for us, will you?” I heard Arturo interject.
I turned around and saw his eyes looking at me, waiting for an answer. I looked to his side, and she was doing the same. They were both waiting for my response. How could I, sincerely, want to do this for them? What I wanted to do was announce to the world that they had broken up and the plans were over. What I wanted to do was announce to the world that Arturo and I were the ones getting married. What crazy thoughts went through my head?
“Of course, I will, Arturo. It will be an honor,” were the words that came out of my mouth.
If they only knew what I had just thought. Still, I agreed to meet with them in a week.
I, finally, left mom’s office and hurried to the living room. Dad was still seating there, reading a book. He looked at my face, and could see I was a bit uptight.
“What is wrong? You look upset,” Dad said.
“Yes, dad, I am ok. There is nothing wrong with me.” I said, with a pinch of my lips.
“If you say so,” he added, “I know better, but if you don’t want to talk about it, I will let it go.”
“Thanks, dad.” I said, as I looked at him with a bit of sadness in my eyes.
We both sat there silent. He went back to reading his book and I just sat there thinking. My thoughts were irrational and judging, “What is wrong with me? Why do I continue to feel this way? Arturo had not been in my life for a long time. Why do I have these feelings inside me? I cannot believe that I am going to help him with his announcements. This means that I have to meet with Maritza and him. I do not want any part of it. Tomorrow, I will tell mom that I cannot do it. She will understand. No, she will not. She will talk me into it. Ok. What will I do? I know, I will do it, even if it kills me inside.