Celeste watched them talk.
Young Aaron Sinclair, who had been in his grandfather's arms the whole time, waved his little hands. "Mommy's the best! My mommy is the best in the whole world!"
Hearing his sweet, childish voice,
Celeste Grant couldn't help but laugh.
"Aren't you the sweet talker."
She reached out and gently squeezed her son's cheek.
Mr. and Mrs. Grant had many questions, but they knew not to press the issue just yet.
They glanced around the courtyard but saw no one else.
'Their daughter already has a child... so who is the father? Did he come with them?'
With this in mind, Mr. Grant asked, "Who is the boy's father? Did he come with you?"
Hearing the question, Nerida's heart went cold.
'It's over, it's all over.'
'The Exalted One…'
'You've blown it.'
'You've already made such a terrible first impression on her parents. How are you ever going to win her over now?'
