Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 628

After making sure Owen Reynolds was safely back at his place, fully conscious and capable of taking care of himself, Roseanne finally returned to her own home. She was sweating bullets.

Deciding to ditch her padded jacket, she couldn't tell if it was from standing too close or if the fabric was just too good at absorbing scents, but it had picked up a faint aroma of whiskey. With her cheeks flushed, Roseanne fanned herself and muttered under her breath, "Why is it so blazing hot..."

Under the same moonlight, at the Dixon household.

The grandparents were getting ready to hit the sack when Scales suddenly piped up-

"Grandma, Grandpa, wait a sec."

"What's the matter, Caley?" Grandma turned around.

Scales had a serious look on his face. "Grandma, this is for you. You have to come tomorrow!"

He didn't give it to Grandpa because Grandpa's current standing meant he wasn't exactly fit to be seen at public events unless it was something big like a military parade or a disaster relief effort. "...What's this?"

The moment Grandma took it, her hands trembled.

A red... invitation... "You must come tomorrow"... and the fact that her dear grandson was making such a fuss about it...

This!

"Caley, don't do anything foolish. We're not some old-fashioned family stuck in feudal times; we won't meddle in your love life. If you've found a girl you like, we certainly won't stop you!" Scales: "?"

Grandpa's mouth twitched uncontrollably. "What are you on about? I told you to cut down on those soap operas. What's gotten into your head?"

looked puzzled. "Isn't it what I

just open it

"Grandma, what are you talking about? It's an invitation, not a wedding announcement!" With

Oops, what a blunder.

invitation then. But why

face while reading

opening?" Grandma looked baffled. "What

enunciated each word:

built your

"Yes."

to process this news. "...So this was

build a lab whenever? What's

"You'll see

will take pictures for

"Alrighty."

Grandma spun around, "And you

lightly, "Well... it's

"?"

next day brought rare

gently

bred roofs and tree

soft golden

branches.