"I'm sorry about that, my little girl is shy."
"It's okay," Aunty Ely chuckled.
When the maids took the plates we used, they served us cheesecake ice creams.
"My son, your soon to be wife is so intelligent,"
"And pretty, too." Mom added.
Clea stopped eating her dessert and modestly wiped her mouth. She leaned on her chair and crossed her arms under her chest.
I immediately finished the ice cream when she made a hand gesture that only the both of us understands. I gulped. She still wants to execute what we've planned.
"About their marriage," Uncle Arnold started the conversat
