Alan Morgan nonchalantly sat on the bench, idly playing with his phone in his right hand.
Looking up at the flowerbeds in the distance, he seemed to see himself and Shirley Grant from many years ago.
She had been holding his arm as they walked on the Goose Warming Stones.
"I told you not to come, but you still did. Are you happy now?"
Shirley Grant pouted and glared at him. Though her tone was harsh, she continued to cling to his arm.
"It's a matter of etiquette. We're getting married, so of course, I had to accompany you on a trip back to your home."
Alan Morgan furrowed his brow and gently tapped Shirley Grant's forehead.
She rubbed her forehead, a smile blooming on her face.
"So, Mr. Morgan, what's your opinion of my family?"
She playfully put on a stern expression, looking at him seriously.
"You're mistaken. It should be what your family thinks of me. After all, I'm the one marrying you."
Shirley Grant chuckled and skipped ahead.
