At Mother-in-Law's Birthday He Seated His First Love; I Ruined Him

My mother-in-law's sixtieth birthday. Martin grabbed my arm. "Cecilia, there was a bet just now, and I lost your seat to Margery. She's going to sit next to Mom with me for a while. You wouldn't make me look like a sore loser, would you?" I froze for a moment and looked at Martin. "Then where do I sit?" Martin lifted his hand and pointed to a side table in the corner. "That table's all young people, lively crowd. Go sit with them."