His parents were beaming with pride. Some of Evan’s relatives unabashedly commented, “This girl’s got a nice figure—perfect for having kids. It’s going to be a boy, right?”
I laughed. Our family genes tend to produce only girls, so that’s unlikely.
We offered toasts to our relatives. Evan’s father noticed only young people at the table and asked, “Where are the elders from your family?”
I shrugged and thought: Actually, that’s my grandma.
As long as we stick to consuming the souls of bad people, we can live long lives without doing anything outrageous.
Evan made a toast. My aunt, clearly intrigued by the gloom on Evan’s face, said, “This boy is impressive. You are a great picker. Your taste is as good as your mother’s.”
Evan took it as a compliment and even blushed. “Yes, a villa as dowry—it’s definitely worth it.”
“This boy is smart, strong, and has good genes. Not bad at all. Our daughter is going to be in good hands.”
My relatives looked at Evan like he was an object, making him shiver. When it came to the emcee, after following the usual wedding rituals, it was time for the declaration of love.