"Well, when is the wedding?" the boss's grandfather looked up from another slice of apple pie and looked at the couple with a mocking smile. While everyone was eating the main course, he finished off a good half of the desert.
Emily had just moved away from the embarrassment that gripped her when she faced another provocative question. Did he invite her here to test her nervous system?
"Hmm, judging by your faces, you haven't even discussed it yet," the man shook his head and put a new piece of pie on the plate, "Justin, you're thirty-five, and you still haven't figured out how to ask your girlfriend's to marry you? Emily, are you sure you want to marry him?"
"Grandpa, I'm thirty-two," Evans sighed.
Hmm, this style of dialogue was suspiciously familiar to Emily. She wondered why? In the case of her grandmother, the response phrase usually began with "That's even worse!"
