“Now I’m curious—what was your school experience like, Teach?”
Maybe this way, I can stop her before she digs her own grave. It seems to work, because she stops rambling to think for a moment.
“I’d rather not talk about it. It’s a secret of mine,” she finally mutters while averting her eyes.
Well, so much for that. Back to the previous topic, I guess.
“At any rate, I was a wreck after the trip was done. And then what do you think my father does the moment I come back?! He calls me and starts nagging again about how I need to get married!”
“Damn, that sounds bad. Has he proposed setting up those formal interviews with potential suitors and stuff?”
She nods slowly.
“He... He has. Don’t get me wrong—it’s not like I’m opposed to the idea. I’m well aware that there are a lot of successfu
