Stephen POV
I was sitting in the office of the Hills' house, feeling the weight of every word exchanged between my father and Tiffany's parents. The room was decorated in an exaggerated way, with leather furniture and a chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling, things that immediately showed the materialism of that family. Everything there was a reminder of what our families expected of us.
“Stephen, darling, you need to understand that this union is more than a marriage,” said Tiffany’s mother, with a plastic smile that seemed glued to her face. “It’s a partnership that benefits both families. It’s the future.”
My fingers drummed impatiently on the arm of the chair while my father, always with a serious and controlled expression, looked at me.
“It’s not just about you, Stephe
