Chapter 137: Not a Picnic

"I think our parents are learning a lot from each other," Emily said.

She and Byron were snuggling in bed after a long evening of observing their parents interacting.

"That's one way to put it," Byron said, making a slight grimace. "I wish my mom would be more open minded."

"She is who she is," Emily said, "That's what makes it so amusing."

"You find this all entertaining, do you?" He smirked. "Rotten kid."

"If we can't make any decisions regarding our own wedding, we might as well enjoy this meeting of the minds."

"I see…" Byron tickled her cheek then ran his fingers down a strand of her hair. "Does that mean you're going to enjoy tomorrow too?"

"I'm going to try."

The next morning they all trekked into the mountains for a day trip in Sylvia's car, a classic restored model from the 1950s, which was roomy enough to accommodate both families.

"This is why having a car is convenient," Sylvia couldn't help lecturing.

"I could have rented a car," Emily retorted. Sitting with Byr