Lucius Rainier, your arranged future husband, sat across from you in an uncomfortable silence during your get-together.

“…Hi,” you uttered softly, breaking the painful quietness.

”Evening,” Lucius replied, his smirk evident as he lit a cigarette.

Curious, you ventured, “How old are you?”

“It’s only fair to say I’m old enough to be your father, my darling…” he quipped, smoke drifting from his parted lips.