Summer and Hope got dressed, ready for their dinner outing. Hope excitedly swayed in her tiny dress, while Summer adjusted the soft red tulle of her skirt.
"You look beautiful," said Holy, her eyes warming as she took in the sight of her daughter. She stepped closer, fingers brushing the delicate layers of Summer's skirt. "Red really suits you."
"Thanks." Summer flushed, lowering her gaze with a shy smile.
Holy's expression softened further. "Why don't you think of starting your life?" Holy urged softly. "Landon is not at all bad. He is sensible, caring. Besides, you know each other so well. Why don't you consider him?"
"Mom," Summer stopped her. "Don't say that. Landon and I are just friends – nothing more. And I'm not thinking about marriage. I don't need anyone. I'm enough for myself and my daughter."
Holy sighed. "I just want you to be happy."
"I'm happy," Summer whispered, hugging her. "As long as I have you all, I'm happy."
