There, Vesta's wise words manage to bring down Lester's aroused temper. He lets his arm down after he gives Vesta's allusion a careful thought. Mercilessly he shirks Vesta's hand off his arm. He takes his eyes off me after he gives me an irritated slanted glare, 'Fine, I will not hit him.' he said to Vesta. While on the other hand, he places his prerequisite on the table, 'If only he agrees to attend the blind date we arranged for him.'
A blind date? Being amused by an outmoded notion, a scoff blurts out my lips, 'What if I refuse to?'
I am an undergraduate. I am not settling down for a marriage at this age, especially with someone this family arranges, because that person is most probably being plugged into my side to ensure their authority to manipulate me is eternally prolonged.
