“I apologize that I had to greet you late, sir, ma’am,”
Noah greeted my parents politely as if they haven’t met before. They just met during Felicity’s birthday last May! Why does he have to act like that? While he is smiling genuinely to my parents, I am left here all nervous. I can feel my mother’s eyes on me but I just keep looking down, afraid that I will be questioned or teased immediately once I raise my head.
“Apology accepted. I have been wanting to meet the Noah my boys are talking about, turns out, I have already met him months ago.” Papa pointed out. He glances at me, which I immediately dodge, as I heard his soft chuckle.
“I hope you are not rushing home Noah. Do you mind if you stay and have dinner here?” Mama directly asked.
My eyes widened upon realizing what she said. S
