“Malcolm,” I breathed, relief flooding me.

My heart lifted as I saw Malcolm approach with steady, purposeful strides. He stopped in front of the porch, eyeing us both with a concerned expression. “Everything alright?“

“No way, didn’t you hear about the damaged plants?” Allison put his hands on his hips. “The plants are ruined and there’s a possibility that the food for your wedding ceremony will be reduced.”

“So you're all worked up over this?” Malcolm crossed his arms, his voice calm but edged with dismissal. “Just crops?“

Allison’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Just crops? This is our food supply for your wedding, Malcolm!”

He didn’t flinch.

“We have resources....