Barbara Conrad is blue blood, she doesn’t scream. She has no emotion to show off, still she has things to say to her own daughter. “We’re here because of Chris,” she starts with a calm voice like she always does, not beating around the bush. “He talked to your dad, conveying his intention to marry you, informing your dad that he has proposed to you, twice. Which you rejected on both accounts.”
Kate exhales. “Does Chris also tell dad that he proposed with his mother’s ring?” she asks.
“No,” Barbara answers. “What does that have to do with this conversation? It’s hardly the point. Besides, it’s a beautiful ring that’s been passed on for generations, you should be proud that he proposed to you with that ring. Really, Kate, what’s the problem now?”
Kate turns to her and smiles. “But do you
