[Daffy, I think your boyfriend might already have a marriage license, and that’s why he doesn’t want to get one with you.]
[+1, Daffy’s definitely the other woman!]
Daisy Chapman looked at the comments. Behind her sunglasses, her eyes glistened with tears, and her voice caught in a sob. "To be honest, I’m afraid of that too."
Perhaps sensing her owner’s emotions, Misty vigorously rubbed her fluffy head against Daisy Chapman, whimpering, "Don’t cry, don’t cry!"
"Daffy," Renee Jennings said softly. "Have you ever gone to your boyfriend’s city to see him?"
"Yes." Daisy Chapman lowered her head, taking off her sunglasses to wipe away her tears. "Sometimes I stay in a hotel, and sometimes he takes me to stay at his parents’ house."
"Does his whole family know you?"
"Yes, I’ve met his parents and his sister. That’s why I didn’t think much of it two years ago when he said he didn’t want to get married yet. But this year, when I brought up marriage, what he said made me feel very insecure."
"You... suspect he’s already married?"
"Yes." Daisy Chapman nodded emphatically. "If he’s not married, why would he specifically stress that we can’t get a marriage license?"
"I understand." Renee Jennings slowed her speech. "Does Misty spend much time with your boyfriend?"
"Not much before." Daisy Chapman sniffled, explaining, "It was because being rejected when I proposed this year made me suspicious, so I intentionally had him look after her for a while."
"Okay. How do you usually address your boyfriend?"
"I call him Young Mr. Quinn, and he calls me Daffy."
[Young Mr. Quinn... Is your boyfriend very rich?]
[Why do you call him Young Mr. Quinn? You sound like an employee and a boss, not a couple.]
Daisy Chapman: "It’s because that’s what I called him when we first met. It became a habit, so I never changed it. His family is fairly well-off; they’re in the restaurant business."
[I really wouldn’t recommend calling him that. It can give a guy the wrong impression, like you’re someone who works under him.]
[Right, it can affect how he treats you.]
"Okay, I get it." Daisy Chapman said obediently. "I’ll change it."
Renee Jennings smiled and looked at the Andrel ferret in Daisy’s arms. "Misty, hello."
"Whimper... Daffy’s crying." Misty whined worriedly. "Daffy’s sad."
"Misty, are you very worried about Daffy?"
"Whimper... Daffy can’t be sad."
"I have a way to make Daffy not sad, but I’ll need your help. Can you do that, Misty?"
Misty bobbed her small, round head like a chick pecking at rice. "Whimper~ Yes, yes! Misty will help, of course I’ll help!"
Renee Jennings’s lips curled into a smile. "You’re such a good girl, Misty. Then let me ask you, do you know Young Mr. Quinn?"