“It’s your wedding, too. And Connecticut is significant to you and to me. Plus, wouldn’t an article about your tasteful wedding benefit your career?” Abigail wasn’t naive about her son’s ambitions. His comment about running for office had been top of mind over the last two weeks. Well, not quite top of mind. Roping in Bernadette and scouring the RealReal for designer mother of the groom dresses at a bargain were number one and number two. And ordering the monogrammed cocktail napkins and securing a decent bartender for the party were numbers three and four. But supporting her son’s future, even if it did include working for a loudmouth like Timmo Lynch, was in the top five of her concerns. “And don’t pretend you don’t know that. Penny’s in public relations, so she gets it, too. Tell her Aunt B will be there and I’m sure she’ll be thrilled.”

Another pause. “You didn’t pitch Aunt B on the British lord connection, did you?”

“Of course I didn’t,” she snapped. Of course she had. Vaguely. In her note to Bernie, she referred to Lord Fox as a beloved godfather and dear family friend, possibly more. “The point is that Bernie’s coming as are many other lovely and socially prominent people who want to meet Penny and wish you both the best. Think of the party that way and you’ll both enjoy it.”

Chase was silent for a beat. “Sounds good, Mom. Penny and I appreciate your effort.” Now he was back in chief of staff mode.

“We’re looking forward to dinner Friday night with Penny’s mother. And what time should Sarah pick you up at the train station on Sunday? Have you made your plans?” She tried to keep her voice light and breezy but she’d be furious if they hadn’t thought through the train schedule. The party was an efficient ninety minutes. Being late wasn’t an option. They had to be there before guests arrived and stay until they all left.

“Penny booked a car. We’re leaving the city to be there in plenty of time. She said her mother really doesn’t do public transportation.”

A car! For the whole evening! The expense seemed outrageous. She could have ordered the beef tenderloin platter or the mini crab cakes, maybe both, with the cost of the car service from the city. The waste. When the quiet car on the train seemed fine. Still, Abigail managed to zip it. “How lovely. It’s drinks and nuts at the party. But I’ve some sandwiches and salad for all of us after the guests leave.”

“Oh, that’s okay. We’re headed back into the city for a late dinner with Simon. Penny’s people eat late, especially in the summer. She always says there’s on time and Greek time. I’m learning.”