She said it the same way Haejin had said mother-in-law three hours ago. Settled. Like paperwork was the only thing standing between the word and reality and paperwork was merely a formality.
Soorin stood in the doorway in the dress her mother had been saving and the earrings her mother had already matched an hour before being told there was a dinner and looked at the woman who had apparently already decided everything.
"You and Haejin," Soorin said, "have discussed exactly zero of this with me."
"You were there for all of it," Calista said, dialling.
"I was there for none of it."
"Minsu-ssi," Calista said into the phone. "Yes. Bring the car to the front. And tonight you do not look at my daughter. Not once. Not in the rearview. Not when she gets in. She opens her own doors or my son-in-law opens them at the restaurant." She nodded. "Good man. Now, where is the—" She stopped. Looked at Soorin. Covered the phone. "What is the venue?"
Soorin opened her mouth.
