“I told my parents,” Calvin says casually. I squint up at him. This surprises me, given how fast everything happened. “When?” He sips his drink, lifting it in thanks to Lulu. “Before the wedding.” “They were fine with it?” I ask. He nods. “They were thrilled.” “You told them why we got married?” “No,” he says, setting his drink down so he can fill his plate. “I told them I met a girl. It’s true enough, innit?”
I cant help but think that this is because of misogyny. Why was everyone pooping their pants over her virginity but no such talk comes up for him smh
