I have been in a relationship with Caleb Grant for eight years.
As he got older, his family pressured him heavily and finally he proposed marriage to me.
Caleb Grant said he didn't like being ostentatious; marriage is a matter between two people, and he doesn't want to have a wedding—just getting the certificate is enough.
As for the engagement banquet, it's just a gathering where the two families have a meal together.
I reserved the hotel and took care of both parents and elders thoughtfully.
At seven o'clock in the evening, everyone had arrived, but Caleb Grant still hadn't come.
I called several times, but no one answered.
Mrs. Grant frowned, and somewhat apologetically said to my mom:
"What my son did is really wrong, when he arrives, I will definitely give him a good talking to."
My mom was very pleased with Caleb Grant as a son-in-law; the Grant family is into business, and has a distinguished background.
However, Caleb Grant didn't develop a prodigal character, and instead excelled in both conduct and academics since a young age. After graduation, he took control of Grant Group, and the business has been thriving.
Most importantly, he is such a person who is still very virtuous and moral, and in all these years of our relationship, hasn't had a bit of scandal.
My mom laughed politely:
"Oh, everyone knows Caleb is famous for being a workaholic, maybe something came up and delayed him."
Mrs. Grant was also satisfied with this answer, she lifted her glass and drank it all, yet on the surface maintained politeness:
"Even for work, he shouldn't delay his engagement; it's my fault for not managing my son well, I'll punish myself with a drink."
Glasses clinked and everybody was genuinely happy.
Only I wore a strained smile, feeling inexplicably distracted.
I called again and again, but still no one answered.