"When is the wedding?" Angela asked excitedly as soon as they entered the kitchen, searching for a cup of coffee and some nutrition. They were both starving after their long trip.
As the couple had requested, they would like to rest before the inquisition. So, after spilling the beans earlier that day, they ran off to her room and barricaded the door.
Despite the complaints outside her bedroom, they ignored them and lay on the bed. Contrary to what the others might think, they were asleep, snoring as soon as their backs hit the soft mattress.
"Good morning, Grandmama." Evan walked into the kitchen with Amelia in his arms. "Can you, at least, let us eat breakfast in peace before we sit in the interrogation chair?" He sweetly asked his grandmother as he assisted Amelia on an available seat.
