On their way, Alice called Alena.
“Yes? Is there a problem?”
Alice snorted on the other line. “Nervous, are you? I just called to let you know that things will probably be civil. Mom’s taking charge. They had a shouting match earlier, and you know who won. The most dad can do later is throw glares at your man, contradict whatever he says, complain about whatever . . . but mom would be there to tame him, so . . . don’t worry. Is your man nervous, too?”
At her sister’s question, Alena looked at Christan. He briefly glanced at her when he noticed her stare.
“Probably,” she answered Alice before actually asking Christan.
“A little,” he admitted, reaching for her hand.
“Alice said mom’s making sure dad doesn’t go overboard. Don’t worry.”
“Alright, lovebirds, ignore me. See you in a f
