"And then, you're both just so likable."
Penny Sullivan hugged her granddaughter tightly and solemnly asked, "What's that boy's name, and where does he live?"
"...Grandma, why are you asking this?" Clarissa hesitated a bit.
This secret wasn't known by many yet.
"Grandma's thinking she might set you up with a childhood marriage," Penny chuckled heartily.
"Grandma, neither of us are kids anymore, how would you do that?"
Clarissa, looking like a grown-up friend, slightly bowed her head, "Besides, his family's not well-off. He's currently living with migrant workers, and those two cars earlier weren't theirs... I'm worried you'll look down on him..."
"Clarissa, you're overthinking it. Grandma and Grandpa don't care about those things, we're not old-fashioned and obsessed with social status." Penny said with great understanding, "As long as you both grow up and like each other, we'll surely support it!"
"..." Though young, Clarissa understood.
Her tender little ears turned red.
