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“Yes, it is truly happening. Do I have your blessing?” Evander asked her.
“Yes!” Devana nodded happily.
“If you wanted our blessing, should you not have asked earlier?” Abena questioned with her arms crossed.
“Abena!” I scolded.
“You are very much right, my lady.” Evander humored her. “How can I atone for the delay?”
I looked at him. “Evander, you do not need—”
“You shall let her visit,” Abena said sternly. “Or I can come to visit…a lot.”
“Of course! All of you are always welcome at Everely, and we shall never be far. We shall visit as often as your sister wishes.”
Abena observed him, then nodded. She looked at me then ran back into the house. Devana watched her go and then focused on me. “Sorry to interrupt, but can we save Papa now?”
“Save Papa from what?”
“Mama. She is still angry.”
My eyes widened. “He has not told her yet that he was merely joking?”
She shook her head of blonde curls.
“Your father is very peculiar.” Evander laughed. “Shall we rescue him?”
“Please.” I nodded, fully aware that we were still holding hands, because his touch was like a warm fire. It did not burn, but it did make me feel sort of strange. Though we were now engaged, to be holding hands like this was still a bit forward, which was why some of the servants who saw us nearly had their eyes pop out of their heads while others grinned and a few looked away quickly. I was sure by high tea the talk would have spread.
However, I could not focus on anything but my mama as she angrily ordered around the servants.
“Have all of my things moved to another room! I shall not speak to him! I do not even wish to see him, seeing as how he does not care in the slightest about my—”
“Godmother,” Evander called out.
“Not now, Evander. I am very ang—” Her words drifted asshe spun around. Then her brown eyes glanced down at ourhands and back to our faces. She did not even ask. She spun once more to the door where my father stood beside Hathor.
“What were you saying, my love? I do not care about what?” my father asked, trying to contain his laughter.
“You. Oh! Later!” she snapped at him, and then her attention was once more on us. “Tell me you are engaged.”
“Yes, Mama!” I said with a smile. “We are.”
“Finally!” she squealed. Honestly and truly, like a child to the point that I could not help but laugh at her. She rushed up to us and placed one hand on each of our arms. “Worry for nothing. I shall take care of it all! You shall be married by the end of the week!”
“The week?” Not just I, but my father, Hathor, even Damon, who had only just entered with Silva, all asked in chorus.
“Yes.” My mother looked at us all in confusion. “I cannot possibly move any faster than that. You will need a new dress and—”
“Is not a week too soon?” I asked her.
“No,” she said instantly.
“It is, Mama,” Hathor said. “People will talk of some sort of scandal should they wed so quickly.”
“I do not care,” she said and then asked Evander, “Do you care?”
“Not at all. I would wed her today if I could.”
