Aimee's POV
The air went dead silent and I am certain each of us in the room felt the atmosphere thicken.
“Sure, dad. I won’t,” I replied casually. Mrs. Finnson cleared her throat and faced me with all smiles in an attempt to make the mood in the room more light and friendly.
“I’m happy that you and Clyver are both getting along,” she said.
I smiled genuinely at her. Mr. Finnson and I may taint our relationship due to how I act today, but when it comes to Mrs. Finnson, I don’t think the way I act towards her will ever change. She’s elegant and calm, contrary to how his husband act—rough and vigor.
“It takes time to get to know each other, especially in an arrange marriage type of marriage,” I honestly stated.
Mrs. Finnson nodded her head, agreeing to what I said. “I remember whe
