” Rika, my other half-sister, said and leaned back in her chair like she was about to watch a show.“When I’m ready.” I replied, flatly. I didn...’t like having this conversation, and I especially didn’t like having it weekly like I currently did.“You’re running out of time to be ready.” My father pointed out.I waved my hand dismissively. “You know, studies have shown that you’re more likely to have a happy relationship if you don’t rush into it. Most successful relationships happen well after high. I still couldn’t see Chloe.Me: Holy crap! So much wine!Chloe: We can have a bottle.Me: I like how that sounds.Chloe: I bet you do!Nice. I know where this is heading. I’m sure Candy won’t interrupt us here. I went further inside the basement. Chloe was still nowhere to be found.Me: Ok. Where are you? Chloe? Is this a joke?Suddenly she covered my eyes with her hands from behind.Chloe: Guess who!Me: Hahaha! You startled me! Who could it be? Santa? Is that you?Chloe: No. Guess again.Me: Could it be. Tall and dark, amazingly like Mike but with a stronger build, he had striking hazel eyes which right now were boring straight into mine. “Hi...” He smiled at me, then at Mike. “You must be Nicky!” he held his hand out and I automatically took it, almost speechless. His grip was firm but friendly. “I’m Max.” My knees felt a bit weak and my tummy fluttered as I stammered ‘Hi’ in reply. Something told me that Mike wasn’t too pleased to see Max but he was polite and fairly friendly. “Nic, this is. "You go girl!"At this, the whole house burst into laughter and the waitress smiled. "Hon, we all agree with you, but I still can't sell you a beer."Feeling that she'd won a small victory Isidora settled for a coke. Her temper turned off as fast as it had turned on. The meal turned out to be decent, and before we'd finished, almost every woman in the house stopped by the table to wish Isidora good luck with her marriage. It reminded me of our night in the restaurant in Georgia, except there,.