Lunch with the Barrington's

DESTINY

“Good afternoon to you too, Grandfather. Let me introduce you to Destiny Johnson, the girl I am intending to marry.” James said just like that, beaming a smile at me.

The two men stared at me as if I came from another planet. I was dumbstruck, hanging onto James’s arm like he was a lifeline.

“Good afternoon.” My voice managed to slice through the heavy silence that seemed to press down on us.

James’s father was the first to react. He stood up and reached out well-manicured hands towards me. His grip was firm enfolding my hand in both of his.

“I must say, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Destiny.” He was an older version of James, but more polished. It was clear that James got his handsome looks from his father.

“Yes,” the grandfather drawled, wrinkling his nose as if he were smelling something unpleasant. “More like surprised to see you actually exist.” He placed his newspaper down on the table next to his chair.

James pressed my hand reassuringly. He did warn me his grandfather