Chapter 313: A Summer Vacation
"Well, your Adam is certainly handsome... and far more striking than Melanie’s Adam," Marianne remarked as she looked at the picture that Melody had just shown her. She looked at Melody and nodded at this, still looking down at the couple in the picture.
It had been an entire day and night since Marianne and Richard Thomas had first met Adam Collins, yet the memory remained fresh and jarring. They had expected someone refined, possibly mild-mannered, the kind of man who wore neatly pressed shirts and sensible trousers and be simple like their Melanie. Instead, the man who had shaken Richard’s hand and kissed Marianne’s cheek had shown up in a dark polo neck, worn leather jacket, and jeans- looking like a hooligan.
It wasn’t until much later, after they had peppered Melody with questions, that the truth came out. Apparently, that wasn’t how Adam usually dressed at all. The leather, the edge-it had all been a fluke. Or worse, deliberate misdirection to put them off balance. While Marianne was still in shock, her husband had been relieved.
Richard had been the first to laugh, shaking his head and muttering something about "the boy having guts." He hadn’t seemed too bothered—in fact, he’d almost admired the boldness. But Marianne couldn’t quite recover from the initial shock. She had never expected someone to present himself so misleadingly on a first meeting.
To her, it felt almost... insidious, even if unintentionally so. And so, somehow, she had formed an aversion to Adam Collins.
Still, they had parted on polite terms. Adam had been courteous, even warm by the end. And he had promised to speak to Melanie-something that, despite everything, Marianne held onto as a sign of good faith. However, the moment they had parted and discovered the truth from Melody, she had been determined.
If the child who had been so calm and patient, could end up marrying a rebel, she could not help worry about her younger daughter.
Melody had always been stubborn and rebellious, if she ended up with someone like that, Marianne was at a loss on what she would do. So, the first thing, after being up the whole night and thinking, she had done the next morning, was to call Melody and asked her to send pictures of her beau.
Thankfully, though her daughter had not sent the pictures over, she had come over in person, and as Marianne scrolled through the photos on her phone, Marianne felt a wave of relief wash over her. At least the boy dressed normally. No leather jacket in sight,just a clean shirt, a warm smile, and an overall decent, presentable appearance.
Reassured and visibly pleased with this young man’s ’normal’ look, Marianne glanced up at Melody and smiled approvingly. "He really is much more handsome," she said with a satisfied nod. "Anyway, have you two stopped fighting? And when can we meet him?"