The Vineyard Bride by Katie Winters

Author:Katie Winters
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: women's fiction, clean and wholesome fiction, sisters fiction, sea storie fiction, later in life fiction
Publisher: Katie Winters
Published: 2022-06-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The morning of June 11th, Audrey and Lola hung their gala dresses in the back of Lola’s car, stretching the skirts out across the seats to ensure they didn’t wrinkle, passed Max off to Amanda (with copious kisses), and headed out to the Oak Bluffs ferry. There, they parked the car in the belly of the ferry and leaped out into the splendor of the sun on the top deck, where they waved goodbye to the island they now called home.

“I made a list of everywhere I want to eat when we’re back in Boston,” Audrey said, just as the last of the island dissipated on the horizon line. She leafed through her pocket to grab her phone, on which she’d listed out their favorite burger, pizza, Mexican, and breakfast places in the city where she’d grown up.

“You know that we’re only going to be in Boston for one night, right?” Lola said with a laugh.

“I’ve prepared myself mentally for an eating marathon,” Audrey affirmed.

“Okay. Let’s strategize. Today for lunch, we’ll do burgers and fries. Tomorrow, breakfast so that we can regroup after the gala. And before we leave Boston, we have to decide between Mexican and pizza. Or...” Lola’s eyes widened with memory. “That fantastic Chinese place. Remember? With the killer dumplings?”

“Gosh, yes. I can’t believe I forgot that place,” Audrey returned, furrowing her brow. “Maybe we’ll have to have four meals tomorrow before we go.”

Lola puffed out her cheeks. “You know that I’m supposed to get married soon, right? And I’m in my forties now, which means my metabolism isn’t what it used to be?”

Audrey waved a hand. “Go for a run this week,” she said flippantly.

“Spoken like a true twenty-one-year-old,” Lola shot back. “Talk to me in twenty years.”

“Does this mean you don’t want to eat four meals tomorrow?” Audrey asked with a sneaky smile.

“No. Of course, I want that,” Lola returned. “I just want to complain about it a little bit beforehand, that’s all.”

“Fair enough.”

The drive from Woods Hole to Boston took about an hour and forty-five minutes, during which Audrey and Lola sang songs, swapped stories, and seemed unable to find even ten seconds of silence. Lola fumbled over lyrics, only for Audrey to pick up the slack— bringing them through genres of R&B, rock, indie, and pop.

“Madonna did it better than anyone,” Audrey said with a sigh as the last bars of “Like a Prayer” diminished.

“You’re so right. Hearing you say that makes me feel, finally, like I raised you right,” Lola teased.

“Finally?”

“I was worried until right now,” Lola joked.

Audrey cackled and opened the front window to allow wind to breeze through her hair. It caught Lola’s, whipping strands over her eyes and across her cheeks.

“It’s funny,” Audrey murmured when the first signs for Boston appeared on the side of the road. “Max will never know Boston the way I know Boston. It makes me sad a little bit.”

“You’re a true Bostonian through and through,” Lola affirmed. “Just like I always wanted to be.

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