Chapter 51

Grandma, Brian and Ciara were seated to a mouth-watering dish at the dining table. Ciara had informed grandma about her resignation from the farm because of her wedding which was due to take place in two days, and upon Brian’s advice grandma had hosted a dinner to bid her farewell.

They ate quietly and Ciara was forced to commend the cook that prepared the food.

“This is sumptuous,” she muttered, yet masticating with a rare appetite. “Who prepared this?” she paused to ask.

Grandma stole a glance at Brian and her wrinkled jaw dragged in delightsome smile.

Brian stared at her before a huge smile possessed his oval face as he continued munching his meal.

“Your Brian did,” grandma replied, opening her mouth to the peppery barbecue that was approaching it.

“I thought as much. Brian; the magical finger behind the pot. He is the best thing that has ever happened to the girl folk,” Ciara eulogized Brian and admired the dimples that sank in Brian’s cheeks the moment smiles curled up at the cor