Adrain's POVBy evening the house had a different feel.My mother was more energetic than that morning. She demanded putting on one of her dinner gowns instead of a comfortable dress. She even had the stylist come up to her and make her hair.“You do not have to impress anybody,” I said to her and adjusted my cufflinks.“I am not impressing anybody,“ she replied. "I am trying to make a good impression on my future in laws.”I didn't argue.“You are making too big a fuss of it,” I said, observing the staff put the gift boxes into the car.“It is good manners,” I replied. "We are discussing marriage. These things matter."The ride to the Whitmore house was a thirty-minute one. Their home was in an aged and affluent area of the city. Large gates. Long driveway. Perfectly trimmed hedges.Upon arrival, the door was opened by a staff in the house.Margaret Whitmore came to us smiling broadly.“Eleanor,” my mother to her,"You look wonderful.""So do you," my mother replied.Margaret turn
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