Seeing Ryan sit there in silence, it was all too clear to me now.
All the love I'd given over the years—I might as well have been giving it to a wall.
Ryan's dad spoke up, "Actually, the wedding expenses aren't that much."
At this point, Ryan's dad paused, and my parents and I exchanged confused glances, unsure of his meaning.
Then he continued, "The real expense is the house."
My parents' faces darkened immediately.
Ryan's mom leaned back in her chair with a smug smile. "You'll need to cover the house. Ryan showed me Aria's place, and I think it's fine, but we'll need to add his name to the title. Otherwise, it wouldn't feel right for us to live there.
"And you'll need to provide a car as well, nothing too flashy—something in the range of $80,000 should be enough. It's better to keep things modest."
At this, my dad couldn't hold back any longer. "Are you suggesting that Ryan is going to move in with us?"
Ryan's dad reacted as if he'd been insulted. "Ryan is our only son. He can't move in with you."
My dad sneered, "You're offering no traditional gifts, and we have to handle the wedding as well as paying for the house. Now, you want us to buy a car, too. How is that not moving in with us?"