This was Harold Saxon's 4th dinner at my family's house. Chicken, diced carrots, and kinewa were the menu.
We talked. Harold was as charming as ever. He smiled so much when I was talking. I smiled back.
At the end, I walked him to the door.
"Tell me, Harold. Do you actually like kinewa?"
"Um, no. I don't actually." He looked embarrassed.
"So why did you say it was good?"
"Because I know you like kinewa, and I didn't want to offend you." He gave me a sheepish smile.
That was when I knew. I was going to marry Harold Saxon.