Chapter 11 Will you mark me, little squirrel?

“Daisy,” Mrs. Diana spoke, her knife slicing through the juicy fruits with a satisfying sound. “What kind of fruit do you like? Shall I cut them for you?” The room was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly cut fruit, making my mouth water.

“I don’t have a particular favorite,” I replied, a smile playing on my lips. “I like everything.” Mrs. Diana’s eyes sparkled with admiration. “You, Daisy, you are so perfect. I was always surrounded by picky eaters,” she said, gesturing towards where Dylan and his father had gone.

Despite the delicious distractions, we managed to finish the award dinner. Soon, Dylan and my son retreated to the study for what Miss Diana called ‘the bigness talk.’

When I first saw Dylan’s parents at the rehearsal dinner, I anticipated encountering the stereotypical wealthy parents portrayed in N*****x dramas. I imagined the mothers offering money to the less fortunate girlfriends of their sons, only to have the girlfriend defiantly reject the offer and retaliate by t