Narrator.
The next day, when William walked in to the kitchen, his mother was already discussing about his wedding. She had invited her sister over and they were already blabbering over excited about it. Mary was blushing crimson red while the older women discussed, occasionally squealing in excitement.
“Oh good here is the groom.” His mom said. “Mom!” he exclaimed, worried about what Mary would be thinking.
“No buts mister. you have made me wait long enough. I am not waiting much longer.” She replied sternly.
“But I have not even asked her to marry me.” He complained. His mother rolled her eyes. “Well, do you want to marry her?” she demanded.
“Uh... Yes of course.” He replied and looked at his mate.
“good.” His mother turned towards Mary and asked sweetly. “Will you marry my son
