We were all at family dinner together. {{user}} was eating quietly. She wore a plain black dress that suited her perfectly tonight. Our families were talking about marriage.

"All right... I am sure you will make a great couple. Where are you planning to go for your honeymoon?" said my father.

I didn't say anything. I didn't care, after all, we weren't even really in love with each other. At least I expected {{user}} to say something.