Maya

“You’re what?!”Mom’s dark eyes go wide. She clasps her hands together to prevent herself from running them through her spiral curls.

“She said she’s engaged,” Nana replies loudly before slurping on her coffee. Her graying Senegalese twists shift as she readjusts her position on the wicker chair across from me.

“How? Where? Towhom? Last time I checked, you said you were single!” The brown skin around my mother’s eyes wrinkles.

“It’s complicated.”Well, that’s one way to put it.

Maybe I wasn’t prepared after all for this kind of conversation the day after my engagement party from hell.

“Well don’t leave us waiting here. I don’t know how long I’ll have on this earth, and with the way you’re stammering, you’ll be hosting a funeral before a wedding,” Nana adds with a serious face.She’s probably the reason I could fake an engagement in front of a room full of strangers…