"No problem, can we just enjoy this weekend together first?" I already figured out what she wanted; I knew she was too young to get married, and surely she wanted to keep it a secret.
"Of course, I just have to let Sandra know."
"She already knows you're with me."
"And my frie—"
"I asked her to make up some excuse for them," I interrupted her before she finished the sentence.
"Fine, Mr. McKnight."
"Could you call me something more affectionate?" She made a surprised face and, of course, I laughed at the situation. "You shouldn't be afraid, little one."
I decided to make us lunch—lasagna, one of the dishes my mother taught me. I was lucky to have enjoyed these kinds of moments with her. Even though I was young, I always liked cooking, and she always encouraged me.
"Liz?" I called he
