Chapter 46
Catherine Sully’s POV:
As we looked at every other, my mother cleared her throat awkwardly. “Ahem, we’re nevertheless here.”
Mark and I let go of our fingers as if we had been electrocuted; our faces were crimson like peaches.
He regarded at me, and I seemed at him. We appeared at every other’s blushes and chuckled.
My father rubbed his brows helplessly and said, not understanding whether to snicker or cry, “Alright, alright, younger man.”
“You’re not angry with us anymore?” I asked carefully.
“How can I be angry? Even the Hale has recounted your relationship.” My father said, “Young humans are usually impulsive, however younger people’s feelings are additionally usually passionate. In the face of such a beautiful relationship, what purpose do I have to object?”
My moth
