Nate cleared his throat, desperate to steer the conversation away from Cleo's sudden interrogation. "Cleo," he said, forcing a grin, "since when did you get so good at English?"
Cleo stared at him with narrowed eyes, arms crossed like a tiny detective who had just cracked a case. "Nate," she repeated, ignoring his attempt to dodge, "when are you marrying my sister?"
Nate nearly slammed his head into the table. She wasn't letting this go.
Before Cleo could press him further, Sera swooped in, smiling sweetly at her sister like she had a secret weapon ready. "Cleo," Sera said calmly, "do you wanna watch history?"
Cleo's smug expression faltered. Her hand froze halfway to her mouth with her next bite of food. "Ugh," she groaned quietly, visibly recoiling. The mention of history lessons clearly hit a nerve.
"Yep," Sera went on casually. "All that gibberish about ancient wars and dates."
