Noah's Point Of View
Mom requested a private moment to talk with Ms. Sophie, wanting Cathie and me to excuse them. We pretended to leave, yet we stayed nearby to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Our ears were full, and since we needed some time to also talk about what we heard, I followed Cathie to the garden.
"We should go sit there!" She pointed at a bench, smashed and painted in different colors, including our favorite shades.
I stopped touching the flowers to walk with her to the bench, where we both sat down quietly.
"So tell me, is it what I think it is?" She posed the question to me, who was still trying to adjust to the bench.
"I heard my mom talking to your mom about a contract marriage. What does that even mean?" I responded with a question of my own.
"Mhmm..."She h
