He shook his head slowly, almost pitying.
“No. I warned you. I told you what these people are like. And you still got on a plane with a piece of cloth in a paper bag.”
“Jason.”
“I’m not even letting you inside, Mom.”
“Don’t embarrass me.”
The bag slipped lower in my hand.
“Son…”
“Olivia’s family is here. Her parents are in the kitchen right now. Do you understand what that looks like?” He stared at me with a stranger’s eyes. “My mother showing up with a homemade cheap rag while they’re holding receipts for thousands? Her mother already thinks I married down. You want to walk in there and prove her right?”
“It isn’t a cheap rag, Jason.”
“Go home, Mom. Take your generous gift and go back to your little farming town. Don’t embarrass me. Not today. Not in front of them.”
