Victor narrowed his eyes. "You sure you want to start deceiving your husband this early in the marriage? It's barely two weeks old. The cake hasn't even digested properly."
"He's not giving me a choice. I mean, I assumed we'd live in my condo. But nooo…he wants us to move into his apartment. The man lives like a minimalist monk."
Victor chuckled, rubbing his temple. "So his taste is tragic."
"It's tragic and beige," she said, scandalized. "And now he wants to buy a house. Sweet, right? Except he wants it on his budget. His budget, Uncle Victor!"
"I think I like this Drake guy," Victor said with a sly grin. "He sounds… grounded."
"Grounded?" Queen repeated with a scoff.
