"Why do you look so surprised?" Mamma asked me when I stared at her breathlessly, "Dimitri is almost thirty now. What do you expect? For him to never even have an interest, even once in other girls before you?" She shrugged, looking at me incredulously.
I finally managed to remember how to breathe again and let out a sharp breath, "You said that never took anyone home for dinner" I pointed out, remembering the words she had said to me the night we met for the first time.
She nodded her head at me, pressing her lips into a thin line. Her eyes swirled with a hint of sadness in them as she let out a quiet sigh, "Dimitri was planning to take her to the dinner" She started but then her expressions hardened, "But he never got the chance. He was too busy being the perfect little son to his fat
