Dinner.

As we stepped in our hands intertwined, I looked at Susan, who gave me a warning but yet reassuring smile. Mrs. and Mr. Clinton were seated hopefully waiting for us, and they stood up immediately, which was unlike them; the Clinton's are not the type that would rose on their feet for any random person. Which makes me decipher how far I have gone beyond their expectations.

"You are welcome, Stephen; I never thought you would come. Thanks you for honoring my invitation" Mr. Clinton said with a tone of gratitude and anticipation.

"You are my father-in-law; who am I to reject your invitation?" I replied, trying to hide the sarcasm laced in my tone.

"Thanks so much, Stephen; you look really handsome" Mrs. Clinton admired, and I chuckled softly. We all moved to the already-set dining table, which was filled with different types of home-made culinary food. Before I could drag my chair out to sit, Susan already did that for me.

"You can sit now, babe," she said, and I chuckled softly. Her par
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