Arianna was beaming as she sipped her jasmine tea, which had been poured for her by the maid. Arianna was in the mood because this tea had such a pleasant aroma and seemed to warm up the intestines.
"What was it about the girl that you liked?" Marylyn felt compelled to inquire of Arianna.
Marylyn had little control over the quality of the girls who applied for the position, but she assumed that her daughter would choose a girl from one of the Ivy League institutions or a noble family, rather than the girl Arianna chose.
"Mom, all I want is someone I can talk to and be with for a long time, and I'd prefer it if that someone was honest rather than someone who only knows how to fawn. What I hate the most right now, mom, are people who lie; I'll never be able to stand those," Arianna expressed her reasoning to her mother, not wanting her to misunderstand or look down on the person she had handpicked.
