TRAVIS’ P O V
‘‘Tell me son, when are you planning to get married?’’ After hearing what dad had said, I almost spat the coffee that I had been sipping. ‘‘Why? Haven’t you found the right girl yet?’’
‘‘Already found her…’’ I said, setting my mug down on the table, and when I looked up, I saw how my parents’ eyes lit up in excitement.
‘‘And when do you intend to introduce her to us?’’ Mom asked excitedly. She was always the one who was pushing me and Logan to get married again after our unsuccessful marriage with our first wife. My brother, on the other hand, seemed like he had no plan on finding someone special. He said he was happy being single.
‘‘At this time, I can’t…’’ I sighed. ‘‘I’ll tell you when she’s ready…’’
‘‘What?’’ dad asked, his brows wrinkled. The air of aristocracy was becoming increasingly apparent on his face. ‘‘What's the reason why you can't let us meet her?’’