Chapter Nineteen

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Lily sidled up to Marceline Anne. "So you're getting married?"

"No, Aunt Lily."

"You're not getting married?"

"No, Aunt Lily."

"Then why did Mother say you were?"

"No, Aunt Lily."

Lily was offended. "You were doing that thing where all you say is no! Stop that, Pod!"

"No, Aunt Lily." Marceline Anne still hadn't looked up from perusing jewelry.

"You want a spanking."

Marceline Anne looked up with a flat expression on her face. "No, Aunt Lily."

Lily hit her shoulder. "Bad girl! We are going back to the house with you. I'll see him on my own."

"No, Aunt Lily."

"Yes, I will! And he better be cute."

"Yes, Aunt Lily."

Lily reacted joyously. "Ha! You said yes!"

"He's attractive." Marceline Anne raised a brow.

"Yes!"

"What are you two talking about?" Daisy wandered over.

"Marcy's fiancé is gorgeous!" Lily turned to her.

"He's fifteen." Marceline Anne felt that should be known.

"Aww!" Daisy pinched her cheek. "Your little Romeo is a looker?"

Marceline Anne was not amused. "Stop."

"I bet he's super adorable!"

"He's not adorable. He's fine." She stopped when she realized Daisy tricked her. "I don't have to be here."

"Come on, Pod." Lily hugged her. "We'll be good."

"Get off me."

"No! Your bad self needs a hug!"

"You sound like Mercy."

"My little gold star is right."

"Get off me."

Christina walked over. "It's getting late. We're going to go home."

"Will you pull your daughter off me please?"

"Li."

Lily let her go. "Spoilsport."

"Go home." Marceline Anne cut her eyes at her.

"I will! After I meet your young man."

"He is so attractive and so tall!" Christina gushed.

"Grandmom!" Marceline Anne growled.

"He is! He's so cute! I could just eat him up with a spoon! Him and his brother!"

"Is the brother who Mercy's been chatting about?" Lily wanted to know.

"Yes. They're getting married next. Unless I divorce your father and marry him first."

"Gross." Marceline Anne wrinkled her face.

"He'll be your step grandfather."

"He's my brother-in-law and that's it."

"He could be your new uncle?" Lily suggested.

"Ew! Ew! Ew! Poor Michael!"

"Poor Michael?! I'm a catch, honey!"

"You're like forty and married. With kids."

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