Clad in a mid-length red flared skirt, it was paired with a white shirt and matching red lace-up boots. Despite in the sixties, in the modern and stylish outfit, she broke out the style rut.
"I am impressed, Marigold." Devin stepped out of the car, still in barrier reflecting as if the person in front of him was the same Margaret Rivera he has been seeing from his childhood.
"I am not a marigold, cheeky brat. Call me grandmother or Meemaw." She threw the duffel bag on to Devin and stepped into the car. "Load all my bags into the trunk."
"Did she buy the whole of Korea?" Devin stacked everything into the trunk and stepped into the car.
"I heard that you are in a relationship with my granddaughter?" Margaret marveled.
"Indeed." Devin winked. "Words travel faster."
"Of course, my son would never hide anything from me," When Francis called Margaret and informed her that Devin and Leena are together, she booked the fastest flight and rallied here.
