"Wow, sweetie. You look beautiful."
Marie, Austin's mother, hugged Abby tightly. She has chosen something a bit less feminine for the day, but just enough that you could understand her message. When she pulled back, she wiped a finger over her damp cheeks.
"Why are you crying?"
She brushed the tears away with the back of her hand, grateful for the waterproof make-up. "Thank you so much for the support, Marie."
"Oh, sweetheart." Another tight embrace ensued. "Didn't I tell you to call me Mom?"
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
