Everyone turned to him with curiosity. "What is that?" The mom asked.

“I’m proposing to my girlfriend tomorrow.” He answered and the room fell silent. His mom's smile faded instantly. It sounded like good news, but to her, it wasn't. Rather, it was bad news. A very bad one. “You are what?”

“I’m proposing to Stella.” Jethro repeated, still smiling. “I’ve made up my mind.”

Sir Orton set down his fork. “Jethro, we have talked about this. We have told you several times that she is not fit for this family.”

The mom shook her head. “So this is the good news you wanted to share? That’s not good news,...