Nicklaus
“You’ve received an invitation to the event, and you don’t want to attend? What kind of man are you?!” Isabella’s voice rang through the room, sharp and piercing. I couldn’t tell if she was genuinely angry or just frustrated, but she was clearly caught in a whirlwind of emotions.
Her face was contorted with an expression that was hard to read, her eyes boring into mine, filled with unspoken thoughts. It was as if she had too much going on in her head, and I was just another piece of the puzzle she needed to fix.
“Do you even understand what this invitation means?” she continued, her voice climbing higher. “It’s an opportunity to have fun, to enjoy yourself! How can you not be excited? It’s an event, for God’s sake!”
Despite her outburst, I remained unbothered. I wasn’t worrie
