Elara barely managed to set down her teacup without spilling its contents.
Her throat burned as she coughed violently, trying to process what Lawrence's mother had just said. Did she just ask about a wedding?
Lawrence, the insufferable man, was still leaning back in his chair with that damn smirk on his face.
He didn't even try to help her. Instead, he casually sipped his coffee like this was the most normal conversation in the world.
Elara wiped her mouth and forced a smile, trying to act as if she hadn't almost choked to death. "I'm sorry, Madam, what did you just say?"
Lawrence's mother smiled warmly, placing her hands on the table.
"I asked when you and Lawrence plan to have the wedding, dear. You've already been together for some time, haven't you?"
Elara opened her mouth, then closed it again. What was she supposed to say? She had no idea how to navigate this conversation.
"Mother," Lawrence finally spoke, setting his cup down, "you're getting ahead of yourself."
