Chapter 0083


    My father settles me into afortable chair at the center of the group and Tristin, to my right, shoots


    me a cold smile. Baby Estre, in herp, coos a happy greeting to me, so I give them both a warm


    smile in return.


    It’s a happy affair, really – everyone seems eager to greet me, to bring me tes of food, to ask me


    about my life, my studies, and my career.


    Overall, I’m kept quite busy and happy, getting to know my biological family and all of their friends. I


    catch a glimpse, as the afternoon passes and the sun starts to set, of Daniel still happily ying


    volleyball. Apparently, his team has progressed to the championship round.


    As people start to settle in for the evening and stronger liquor starts to be poured into everyone’s cups,


    I start to notice…well. That there are a lot of boys around.


    I look around the circle, noting that there are, of course, women – aunts and cousins, many of them.


    But I’ve also been introduced, this afternoon, to a variety of handsome young men. All here alone.


    And all, apparently, single.


    For instance, the one who is talking to me now – or, should I say, who has been talking at me since he


    sat down in Tristin’s seat as soon as she abandoned it to go feed the baby.


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    “Yeah, I’m in finance,” he says, taking a swig of his beer. He gives me a little smirk. “So, you majored in


    psych, right?” he asks.


    I squirm a little in my chair, ufortable. “Um,” I say, “how did you know that?”


    “Your dad told me,” he says, using the neck of his beer bottle to gesture towards my father across the


    fire. “Or at least, he told my dad. Who told me.” The guy looks at me again. “They, uh…know each


    other.”


    “Oh,” I say, my lips pursing as I look away from him. Am I supposed to know what that means?


    “Yeah,” the guy continues – what was his name again? “So, our dads think it’s a good idea if we like,


    get to know each other.” He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively.


    I sit back in my chair, my mouth falling open.


    “So are you free?” he asks, leaning in. “On like, Saturday? I’ll take you out somewhere nice. And then


    maybe, afterwards…” he runs a finger along my forearm, which I immediately snatch away.


    “Um, sorry,” I say, staring at him. “But I’m engaged?”


    “What?” he says, sitting back in his chair. Then, suddenly, heughs. “No, you’re not.”


    “I assure you,” I say, opening my eyes wide and leaning forward. “I am. To that guy,” I point over to


    Daniel, who is still ying volleyball in the fading sun. Though, because he’s far away, I guess my


    pointing towards a generalized group of men isn’t very convincing.


    The young man next to me has the gall tough again. “No seriously,” he says, taking another swig


    from his beer. “If you’re engaged, then where’s your ring?”


    I fish around in my beach and then slide my engagement ring back on my finger. I had taken it off while


    I ate crab and lobster – too much butter. I didn’t want to risk it slipping off and getting lost in the sand.


    “What’d you say to that one,” the neer mutters.