"They do," John replied. "They think that you are a wonderful choice, and you have their full approval." They had liked Clara well enough, but not as a potential wife.
"I'm going to change--I feel a little over-dressed now." John kissed her temple, then rose from the table.
Though most of the house was still empty, they had set up the kitchen and master bedroom. Everything else would come in time; he was patient. He had a few days off--he'd bargained and wrangled and wrestled for them--maybe they could go furniture shopping. Mostly, he just looked forward to spending time with Nana, relearning her. And now there was Rose added to the mix; he was determined to be the parent to her she deserved.
But tonight was just for Nana and himself. She'd always been so fresh and sweet, a pleasure both in and out of bed. Even if it went no further, her wanted to lie skin to skin with her. He'd always liked holding her, feeling her melt into him.
He changed out of the traditional Japanese garments, folding them carefully into a box to later return to his parents. The clothes were his father's, and he'd worn them on his own wedding day. The continuity appealed to him. He pulled on black trousers and a black silk sweater, then headed back downstairs to the party, the corner of his mouth turned up in a little smile.