“You now look like a Reynold.” Mum says leading me to the terrace, where dad is seated reading some magazine.
Her beauticians have already left.
“I always look good.” I tell her slumping on some seat, facing dad directly.
“Don’t mind her swiry.”
“Thanks for the support dad.”
“There is something I want to talk to you about.” He places the newspaper on the table and crosses his legs. He looks at me and takes his glasses off.
“What?” I know hell will break loose after this. I know what he wants to say.
“You know why we are having this dinner, right? I presume your mother told you that.”
“She knows.”
“Ed is from a good family. You have been together for long. Don’t you think time is running baby? Especially now that you are pregnant for him?”
“You told him I’m pregnant for Ed?” I rai
