“Darius didn’t ask your permission to marry Tory,” Lance said. “That boy doesn’t know the meaning of respect, that’s why,” I muttered. “I don’t recall you asking my father for my hand in marriage. Actually, I recall you kidnapping me to Solaria,” Merissa said, shooting me a look and I shrugged innocently. “All this asking is outdated anyway, I say. It’s down to Gwendalina whether she wishes to marry him or not, and the only person Lance need ask is her.”
