I wouldn’t wait for Adrian to pick me up so I decided to walk myself. Once I got home, my parents were waiting for me in the living room. I put the umbrella in a cabinet by the door, hearing the sounds of Camilla’s baking session in the kitchen and walked to what may as well be my doom. Both of them sat as if they were working and my father looked at me from over the rim of his specs. “Did you know about this?” My mother asked, clearly annoyed. I couldn’t blame her either because they had to be on the road again or this scandal of their daughter would follow them wherever they went. I shook my head no, “I had no idea he ran a casino or that he was a playboy.” I told them before dropping my weight on a sofa. Camilla came in a few minutes later with a giant mug of hot chocolate. I thanked he
