"Duke Collins, it's a shame you ran off and got married in the middle of the night. My daughter has always been interested in you each time you visited. We can't figure out why you picked such a woman with-Ahem," the innkeeper cleared his throat when Edgar didn't look too happy.
"You have a daughter? Since when?" Edgar questioned the small chubby man. He placed an envelope left behind for him inside his pants pocket.
"For eighteen years. I've introduced her to you many times," the innkeeper found it hard to believe that Edgar did not know he had a daughter. "She's over there with my wife."
Edgar looked in the direction the innkeeper pointed at and found a young woman smiling more than she should at him. "She doesn't look like you or her mother. She does resemble the butcher next door. Good day."
"What the…"
