Damon smiled and informed the middle-aged man, his voice steady and sure even as something deeper moved behind his eyes. "We'll set the wedding date after we return from a short trip."
"Can Mary come along?" Quinn suddenly asked, her eyes bright with hope. Damon stiffened slightly, a flicker of tension crossing his face before he answered. "Yes, but not this one."
She was about to argue when her mother cut in, voice sharp with exasperation. "Silly girl, your man is taking you on a trip and you want to bring your best friend? Are you crazy or just plain foolish?"
Quinn realized what her mother meant. Even after finding out they weren't her real parents, nothing had changed between them. The love was still there, the bond still unbroken, and the familiar scolding only made her chest ache with affection. "But Mom, Mary isn't that kind of person."
