Selma Payne's POV:
As we looked at each other, my mother cleared her throat awkwardly. "Ahem, we're still here."
Aldrich and I let go of our hands as if we had been electrocuted; our faces were pink like peaches.
He looked at me, and I looked at him. We looked at each other's blushes and chuckled.
My father rubbed his brows helplessly and said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Alright, alright, young man."
"You're not angry with us anymore?" I asked carefully.
"How can I be angry? Even the moon has acknowledged your relationship." My father said, "Young people are always impulsive, but young people's feelings are also always passionate. In the face of such a beautiful relationship, what reason do I have to object?"
My mother still found it hard to accept for a while, but she was not so picky about Aldrich.
"Good boy, I didn't expect you to have such courage and determination," she said.
