Aunt Deborah came with the mission of matchmaking Tiffany and her nephew, and she would be damned if she did not sell him hard with a beaming smile. “Aww, don’t misunderstand me, hon. Everyone knows that your family owns this invaluable plot that if sold, could rake so, so much money! From the way I see it, you and my nephew are just the perfect fit for one another, so how about you get to know him first before you judge? Oh, in fact, I’m gonna arrange your date right now!”
Lillian kept quiet. She was admittedly gung ho about marrying her daughter off as soon as possible in the past, but that was only because she was taking her sudden impoverished life very terribly, and she wanted out of it as soon as she could. But now, her outlook had changed. Good things come to those who wait, and since Lillian had a bit more money to support her patience, she was no longer desperate. Still, a casual meeting between her daughter and a suitor was fair, she thought.
Tiffany, on the other hand, loathed having buttinskis like Aunt Deborah dictate her life. “I. Am. Not. Doing that!” she snapped. “I’ll be honest, I have a boyfriend, so please excuse me from all of these matchmakings, okay? Thanks.”
“Wha-what? You... who?” Lillian stammered, startled.
A grimace of contempt dawned on Aunt Deborah’s mien. “Please, darling. I highly doubt that your boyfriend is on par with my nephew, ” she countered. “Honestly, you really should stop acting like you’re out of his league or something. I only bothered to introduce him to you out of my familial sentiments from watching you grow up, you know.”
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