We'll Always Have Summer by Jenny Han

we got off the phone, I started seeing things more clearly. I needed to separate emotion from reason. Refusing to go to the wedding was my mother’s trump card. It was the only leg she had to stand on. And she was bluffing. She had to be bluffing. No matter how upset or disappointed she was in me, I couldn’t believe 116 · jenny han
    that she would miss her only daughter’s wedding. I just couldn’t.
    All there was to do now was to steamroll ahead and get this wedding in motion. With or without my mother by my side, this was happening.
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Chapter Twenty-three
    I was folding my laundry when Steven knocked on my door later that night. As usual he only gave me a couple of seconds before opening it; he never waited for me to say “come in.” He came into the room and shut the door behind him. Steven stood in my room awkwardly, leaning against the wall, his arms folded against his chest.
    “What?” I said. Although I already knew.
    “Sooo … are you and Jere serious about this?”
    I stacked some T-shirts into a pile. “Yes.”
    Steven crossed the room and sat at my desk, absorbing my answer for a minute. Then he faced me, straddling the chair, and said, “You realize that’s insane, right? We’re not living in the foothills of West Virginia. There’s no reason you have to get married so young.”
    “What do you know about West Virginia?” I scoffed.
    “You’ve never even been there.”
    “That’s besides the point.”
    “What is your point?”
    “My point is, you guys are too young.”
    “Did Mom send you up here to talk to me?”
    “No,” he said, and I knew he was lying. “I’m just worried about you.”
    I stared him down.
    “Okay, yeah, she did,” he admitted. “But I would have come up anyway.”
    “You’re not going to change my mind.”
    “Listen, nobody knows you two better than me.” He stopped, weighing his words. “I love Jere—he’s like a brother to me. But you’re my little sister. You come first.
    This whole marriage idea—I’m sorry, but I think it’s stupid. If you guys love each other that much, you can wait a couple of years to be together. And if you can’t, you for sure shouldn’t be getting married.”
    I felt both touched and annoyed. Steven never said things like “You come first.” But then he called me stupid, which was more like him.
    “I don’t expect you to understand,” I said. I folded then refolded another t-shirt. “Jeremiah wants you and Conrad to be his best men.”
    Steven’s face broke into a smile. “He does?”
    “Yeah,” I said.
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    Steven looked really happy, but then he caught me looking at him, and he wiped his smile away. “I don’t think Mom will let me be in the wedding.”
    “Steven, you’re twenty-one years old. You can decide that for yourself.”
    He frowned. I could tell I’d injured his pride. He said,
    “Well, I still don’t think it’s your smartest move.”
    “Noted,” I said. “I’m still doing it.”
    “Oh, man, Mom’s gonna kill me. I was supposed to talk you out of getting married, not get roped into the wedding,” Steven said, getting up.
    I hid my smile. That is, until Steven added, “Con and I had better start planning the bachelor party.”
    Quickly, I said, “Jere doesn’t want any of that.”
    Steven puffed up his chest. “You don’t get a say in it, Belly. You’re a girl. This is man stuff.”
    “Man stuff?”
    Grinning, he shut my door.
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Chapter Twenty-four
    Despite what I’d said to Steven, I still found myself waiting for my mother. Waiting for her to come around, waiting for her to give in. I didn’t want to start planning the wedding until she said yes. But when days passed and she refused to discuss it, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.
    Thank God for Taylor.
    She brought over a big white binder with clippings from wedding magazines and checklists and all kinds of stuff. “I was saving this for my