Ian felt like rolling his eyes, there his father went again, trying to make him feel guilty, well it would not work. Far from it, it just made him even more stubborn. Ian guessed that if there was anything he was alike his father in, it would be their joint stubbornness.
"Speaking of which, have you decided on the attire you will wear for your wedding?" Phillip asked. He sounded very enthusiastic, making Ian a bit suspicious.
"I have, I asked the seamstress to make something for me a few days ago, she said it would be ready by tomorrow." Ian replied.
"How nice, I cannot wait to see you dressed finely in silk and looking so urbane in your attire." Phillip smiled, Ian could not stop himself from laughing, his father sounded like a woman who had just seen her most beloved gown.
"What is so funny? I am being serious." Phillip replied.
"I am sure you are." Ian joked.
