Seated opposite Mr. and Mrs. Fahey on their porch, an idyllic sun setting against a clear blue sky, Ainsley wasn’t sure what to expect. She remembered Malia with a certain fondness that she couldn’t quite place- even years later- but the whole situation was relatively foreign to her. While these sort of marital arrangements weren’t necessarily uncommon, she hadn’t expected to have to sort one out herself; least of all for her wayward twin. Yet here she sat with her father, ready to speak on Aiden’s behalf to ensure a suitable match.
They made polite small talk while they waited for the woman in question to arrive, and Ainsley watched with pointed interest as Russell’s patience began to wane with a surprising swiftness. There was something about him that unsettled her, though she would never say so quite so frankly. Still, just as she opened her mouth to ask after him, the glass door slide open as Malia stepped out to join them on the patio.
Standing at the same time as her father, she inclined her head in greeting, letting her father introduce them. “Ah, Ms. Fahey. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My son could not be here, so my daughter, Ainsley, has come on his behalf.” At the mention of her own name, she gave a slight smile, “Hello, Malia. I do hope you’ve been keeping well?”
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