77. Age

Saint Giordano

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“Are you nervous?” Adriana asked me.

I arched an eyebrow and stared pointedly at the leg that had been shaking for the past few minutes. With a chuckle, I placed one hand on her leg while the other was on the steering wheel. “Baby, I think you’re the one who’s nervous.”

She laughed dryly. “Me? Nervous? Why would I be nervous?”

“You tell me.” I gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Why are you nervous?”

“I’m not nervous. I’ve lived with them for years:”

“If you say so, baby.” I let her believe whatever she wanted.

We were having Thanksgiving dinner at her parents’ place. According to her, it would be the first time I was officially meeting them so everything had to go well. I told her not to worry but she was worried anyway.

It didn’t matter that her sisters were also bringing their partners. She had main character energy so she thought all the attention would be on her. It was cute.

I didn’t know why she was so worried. Her father already knew I was going to marry her, whic