Ariel Donald's (Adrain Cuban's family)

“Hmmm… nice name. Where are you from?”

“I’m a native of Seattle,” I replied with my fingers shaking uncontrollably under the table.

“How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-three years old.”

“What’s your occupation?”

“I’m a professional dancer,” I replied quickly. It wasn’t far from the truth.

“Hahahaha…” The three ladies burst into laughter with their husbands.

Adrian Grandmother wasn’t distracted as she kept the same composure and went on. “How long have you met Adrian and who is he to you?”

“A few months ago and he’s my fiancé.” I lied and held my breath for further interrogation. It was hard to look at a woman so matured and lie to her but where was Adrian’s mother he was talking about?

“You’re the first lady Adrian has ever brought to the family. You’re indeed special to him. Do have some food and make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks, ma’am.” I curved my hands in thanks to her.

Her eyes settled on my fingers and particularly on the finger that had the pink diamon