THE WEDDING DATE

THE WEDDING DATE

Mr. Hillary Hampton sat in his garden and could remember every conversation he had with the old man at the party the previous night. The two men had left everyone inside and had gone outside to have a private talk. “What do you think about the children? Do you think they are getting along?” He brought out a cigarette from the pocket of his velvet jacket and lit it. “Well, I noticed they were constantly stealing glances even though they pretended not to notice each other”, Mr. Hilary chuckled. “Aah aah, that is a good development, I think we should make the wedding next weekend. We need an heir to cement the relationship, so their bond will be stronger”, Mr. Gillian muttered.

Mr. Hampton looked at him with so much resentment, though he tried to cover it up with a fake smile. “Oh, that. Sure, I think the date is fantastic”, he uttered. “Okay, let us go inside and tell everyone, I'll announce it”, the old man rushed inside to inform everyone while Mr. Hampton followed