Chapter 18

"Is he? Do we know him by any chance? What does he do for a living?" she inquired suspiciously.

"He is. I don't know if you know him, but he's an investor from Cameria," I lied.

"An international investor? How old did you say he is?" she asked with a malicious tone that tasted bitter to me. "Is his age the problem? Is he close to your father's age?"

"No. But he is a bit older than me. He's 34," I asserted without backing down.

"He sounds like the perfect man. What else do you want to boast about without suspiciously giving me his name and surname?"

"I could boast about his blue eyes like the night sky, his thick black hair, or his height. But what's more important to me is why you doubt my words so much. We want to keep our relationship as private as possible," I argued, snaking around her questions. She laughed at me.

"I don't know who you're trying to fool, Mary. But stop and quit upsetting my daughter while she is preparing for the most important day of her life. We both know