Chapter 119: Pda? From yours truly? Absolutely.
A knock sounded on the door, and Mrs. Beckett went to answer it. It was one of the staff members, and they spoke quietly enough to each other that no one else could hear what was being said. When she closed the door after speaking with them, she had a slight smile on her face.
"The photographers are just arriving, and the other people we’ve hired have also begun to trickle in. Everything is beginning. Amir, are you ready to go get your first set of photos done?" Mrs. Beckett asked, and Andrew watched as Amir laughed nervously.
"O-Oh. Am I going alone?" He asked, and she chuckled.
"Well, I didn’t think you wanted any of us older folks with you. Why don’t you take Max? He’ll probably be able to give you some pointers." Andrew had no idea what they meant, but heard both Ben and Will laugh and watched as Maxwell’s ears turned pink.
"Mother!" He said hotly, and she chuckled. Making her way over to her smallest son, she reached out and ruffled his hair. Much to Maxwell’s disappointment.
"What? Are you saying you can’t give Amir some pointers? That will make Andrew quite sad, won’t it? Especially when your time comes." Her blue eyes sparkled, and Maxwell’s flush spread to his face. Andrew knew his eyes had to be huge.
"Am I missing something?" Andrew asked. Everyone gave him a pitying look, and Amir’s grandmother patted his hand.
"The Beckett’s have a tradition before their weddings. Where the bride takes some...specific photos for the groom before the wedding itself. I would assume as an incentive to go through with it." Mr. Beckett laughed.
"Well, back in the day, the grooms were known to run away simply because they were arranged marriages. It was a good thing to provide an incentive, but nowadays, we don’t always do that." Amir’s grandmother raised an eyebrow at Mr. Beckett who chuckled. "They happened to hit it off. If it didn’t work, we would have figured something else out." He promised, and he relaxed.
"Well, I am glad to hear you had no intention of teasing us and then running off, Tom." Amir’s grandfather said. "Don’t you dare pop your head out, Ben. I will not have you bring bad luck on this auspicious day." He warned and Ben laughed.
"I would never dream of it. How long do you plan to take Amir away?" He asked, and Mrs. Beckett chuckled.