Spencer’s POV

I honk my horn three times and smile thinking of the look on Glen’s face right now.  He hates when I honk at him.  Just for fun, I honk the horn again and throw my head back in laughter when he wrenches the door open with his face red with anger.

“Spencer cut it out!” he yells and I just lean over and open the passenger door for him.  “I hate you!” he says as he sits in the car.

“No you love me,” I say and he just looks away and out of the window.  I chuckle and then grab his hand squeezing it.  “You ready?” I ask with a smile.

“Yeah! I’m great with parents.  The question is are you ready?”

“Sure I am,” I say with a small smile and Glen just shakes his head.

“They hate you don’t they?”

I answer a bit too quickly, “No!”

Glen frowns and squeezes my and sympathetically “Oh, God they really hate you.”

“No Glen they don’t hate me.  It’s just the last time I saw them, they made it quite clear that they didn’t approve of me.”

“Why because of the age difference?”

“No.

“Then why?”

“Well, duh, Glen.  I was engaged to marry a man remember?!” I basically yell and Glen puts a hand over his mouth to contain his laughter.  “What’s so funny?” I snap and he just laughs harder.

“Nothing…it’s just…the idea of you marrying Aiden…was always laughable…I just wasn’t allowed to laugh until now…” Glen stammers and then he falls backward onto his seat, cackling loudly.  I punch him in the stomach playfully, just before laughing myself.  “God Spen what were you thinking when you said yes?” Glen asks, holding his stomach and I just keep my gaze on the road.

“I don’t know,” I say and I know that my voice sounds far away.

“Yeah,” Glen agrees quietly, just staring at the side of my face.  He squeezes my hand a second time and I smile.  “Well what about now?” He says closing his eyes.  “What are you thinking about now?”

I glance at him, and then back at the road, my lips curling into a grin.  “Ashley.  I’m thinking about Ashley.”

Ashley’s POV

“God Mom this looks awful,” I say frowning at my reflection, and she just waves her hand at me, putting the final touches on my hair.  It is pulled up into a high ponytail with curls falling down about my face.  I frown to keep from gagging.