In the old house of the Carter family, a gray-haired old woman was sitting on the sofa with a stern expression on her face. She was Alexander's grandmother, Grace.
Walking up to her calmly, Alexander greeted her, "Grandma."
"Care to explain these?" Grace tossed a stack of photos on the table.
Alexander looked down.
The photos on the table were of him and Sophia from the night of the party. In these photos, they were holding hands, or his arm was wrapping around her waist, or she was in his arms.
There was even a photo in which they looked like they were kissing. He picked it up and said, "It just looks like it because of the angle."
"That's not what I asked, though." Grace glared at him.
Alexander grinned and replied in a serious tone, "Grandma, I don't want a political marriage with the Turner family."
