Ineffably abashed by his words, I lowered my head, my grip turning rigid on my fork and spoon, this is an affliction which cannot be subsided.

"Tell me…" He leaned, the smirk growing atrocious.

"Tell you what?" Nathaniel asked, voice composed.

"About how you got married." Prevaricating smoothly, he smiled up at him.

"I am curious to know how you two fell in love." He asked. Diffident in his presence, I curled my toes, disquiet about my next words but Nathaniel chuckled, sitting across from me.

"Oh, the feeling was mutual. Her Father proposed the idea and I was like; why not?" He shrugged nonchalantly, staring in-depthly at me.

"I...