The party with the Clarks was just as expected. They were the type who never stopped talking. There was never a single moment of silence.
Good thing Lynsandra was well-versed in occasions like this.
"Grandpa," Cassian solemnly cleared his throat, causing the room to fall quiet. He adjusted in his seat, staring at the portrait. "I know it's late, but I'm sure you're listening."
"I'd like to introduce you to Lizzie," he said, reaching for Lynsandra's hand and offering her a sweet smile. "Lizzie is my girl."
He paused and turned to the portrait of the old man. "I promised you before that once I introduced someone to you, I'd make sure she's the one. I… I really like her."
Lynsandra paused as she glanced at Cassian's side profile, then at the hand holding hers.
Everyone around the table—and even those seated farther away—smiled graciously. If not for the existence of the harem, they would have surely assumed Lynsandra and Cassian would be tying the knot.
