Edward exhaled, he hit himself on the head. He had truly done it now. He was such an idiot, a big, fat idiotic fool. How could be so insensitive. They all knew how vulnerable Ian was whenever his mother was mentioned.
They were aware that he had never truly dealt with his mother's death. She had missed extremely crucial moments in his life and his wedding tomorrow just added to the many other moments she had missed out on.
"I am such an idiot Ian, please forgive me." Edward instantly began to plead. He wished for this night to go smoothly, he definitely did not want for his mouth to be the final cause of Ian's despair.
Ian looked up at Edward, he knew he did not mean it in a way meant to cause him pain. Anytime his mother was mentioned, he not could help but be sensitive.
"It is alright Edward. I know you did not mean it." Ian sighed.
"You know what, let us move on from this, no, you do not need to write a letter to your mother, obviously." Easton said.
