I uhh..it’s just that I’ve never seen nor knew you had a chiseled body beneath your usual attire. Damn!…my daughter’s real lucky.”Me: “Hmm...…you sure it’s just her that’s lucky ? Cause from where I see, it’s not just her that’s lucky.”Ani: ” Huh?…hey…now what do you mean by that mister..?” ( And she starts smiling )Me: ” Sure you wanna know that lady? Cause mind you,…you mightn’t be able to handle me for your age.”Ani: ” Handle you ?…jeez Karthik,…you sure do smooth talk your way to get right. We entered the ballroom to a fanfare of music and there, at the end of the room and before the congregation, stood my love, my Maria. Her black, tailed coat framed her delicious body perfectly. Silver buckled shoes covered her feet and her hair, always short and lustrous shone in the light of the chandeliers. Our ‘wedding’ was not as grand as Lady Chatterton’s. We did indeed have a ceremony of sorts. Mistress Pickles solemnised our union with a blessing that made tears run again down my cheeks.. "Do we have to spell it out for you? We're telling you to take Millieout to dinner!" said one of the researchers."And don't even think of denying that you like her! The whole Institutefigured it out the day she arrived," said another, causing Bart's cheeksto flare up."E-Even if that were true, you don't know if she feels the same!" Bartstuttered."Bart, three days ago, I overheard her outright tell you at lunch thatshe wasn't seeing anyone at the moment, and yesterday, she asked if youknew any. Toss in the fact that I had slashed my toe open on a mysterious object at the bottom of the lake as well, and I suppose that forgetting my trunks was a blessing in disguise.Up to this point, I don't believe that I've spoken more than three words to Liz, aside from basic introductions ("Just don't call me Beth," she said). I knew from Sean that she was a NIH (National Institutes of Health) student, which meant that she would spend part of her first two years at Hopkins, but do her doctoral work.