Aitana laughed softly. “Grandma York, I don’t think Alex’s taste is bad at all. I actually like this simple, comfortable style.”
“All right, all right—you two agree, so I’ll keep quiet.” The old lady winked at Alex.
The message behind that look was obvious:
“Your tastes match. Good. You’ll make a great couple.”
Aitana and Alex shared similar views on many things.
“Aitana,” the old lady continued gently, “do your parents rarely come back to Wiltspoon?”
They were, after all, her future in-laws. If they returned more often, the two families could get to know each other better. Winning over the in-laws would make Alex’s path to marriage much smoother.
Aitana nodded. “My parents work far from Wiltspoon. It takes three to four hours by high-speed rail. Their schedule is the same as mine—they only get one day off a week. One day isn’t enough to travel back and forth, so they rarely come home.