– Nate, do I look okay?
– You’re wearing a dress. No one can say you didn’t make an effort.
– I’m not joking! Is this enough? Your father said ‘formal’.
“Relax. It will only be a boring Christmas dinner.”
Nathaniel had hoped his mother would be there, but Theo was reading alone in the living room when they came in.
Ivy hesitated before sitting down. “G… good evening” she stammered. “Good evening” Theo replied. “Sen is in the kitchen. He insisted on cooking himself but he’ll join us for a drink.”
– Nathaniel, why aren’t you wearing a necktie?
– Because I didn’t feel like it.
– I said ‘formal’.
“That’s exactly what I told him! But you know how stubborn he is.” Nathaniel scoffed at Ivy’s comment.
– I am well aware that you are on the frontline to put up with him.
– Aren’t I? He’s not a catch, I can tell you!
Nathaniel was getting slightly annoyed at the turn of the conversation when Ange made her entrance into the room. “Ah, Ange!” Theo said, preparing to get up.
– Mom… you look stunning.
– Thank you, darling.
Theo didn’t look too pleased about his son’s open display of affection. “I’ll call Sen for the drinks.”
– You know what I would love?
– Tell me.
– Can you play the piano for us? Just a few pieces?
“You haven’t lost your touch!” While the doting mother went into raptures, Ivy was slightly embarrassed that she didn’t have any compliment to pay. She didn’t know anything about music, let alone classical music.
Meanwhile, Sen stuffed the turkey…
… cooked it to perfection …
… and prepared a pumpkin pie and a spicy soup as a starter.
– Where did you learn to cook so well?
– Oh, you know… here and there.
– Sen never answers personal questions, Ivy.
Nathaniel nevertheless helped him clean the dishes.
Then found Ivy in a rocking chair in a corner of the hall.
– What are you doing there?
– That was fun.
– Fun? Is that your idea of fun?
– At least, I’m not so afraid of your father anymore.
“I can totally imagine how the both of you would agree on a certain number of topics related to me.”