"There you are. I thought I was going to grow old waiting for everyone to come to the table," Edmund said from his seat at the dining table.
"You are old," Edgar replied.
"Well, then older you little shit. Tell me, how on earth did you fall in love with my son?" Edmund looked to Alessandra for an answer because he could not understand why such a lovely lady was with his devil of a son.
"What is there not to fall in love with when it comes to me, father?" Edgar answered in Alessandra's place so she wouldn't be uncomfortable talking about love.
"True. Collins men have always been able to make women fall in love with them easily. You should be thankful for my genes, son. Your mother just added a little razzle-dazzle to your looks. Are you going to sit next to me, Alessandra? We have more to talk about."
