Joan Edwin glanced at the engagement ring on Blake's hand and let out a light snicker.
What an eyesore.
As soon as it was Joan's turn, Caroline and Blake didn't linger and quickly moved on.
The small group made their way through the crowd towards an area where the Edwins were standing, slightly apart from the rest.
Upon seeing her father, Gordon Edwin, who exuded a refined and scholarly charm, Caroline began teasing him in a gentle voice, "Dad, my little brother just complained about the dirt on the flowers I bought. If I remember correctly, mom helped me pick those out."
Joan felt a sudden pang of dread at Caroline's tattling, a foreboding premonition arising within him.
Sure enough, in the next second, Gordon sharply smacked him on the head without a hint of mercy.
"Smack—"
Gordon's voice was fierce, "Disgusted by the dirt? I think the most 'down to earth' person in this world is you. What right do you have to disdain this soil? If you don't want it, give it to me."
