Margaux
Meeting with Quinn’s parents in an unexpected moment is definitely one of the most nerve-racking moments of my entire existence. It would even top the time that I was anxious that I wouldn’t pass the medical boards.
“When are you planning on your wedding, Quinn?” His mother asked while we were hanging out in his garden.
Shawn is currently busy playing with Quinn’s father, near the pool which leaves Quinn and I under the scrutiny of his mother.
Holding a wine flute, she was staring at us like we are doing everything wrong—or maybe just at Quinn because she’s always smiling at me.
“We will proceed with the planning after Shawn’s birthday, Mom. I don’t want Margaux stressed,” he uttered.
His mother narrowed his eyes at him. “Still, you should not delay it further! You alrea
