Damian
I found my parents in the study, my mother seated near the fire, my father standing by the drinks cabinet, swirling Scotch like it held secrets. "We need to talk," I said. They both looked up. "I’m ending the engagement," I announced. There was silence that hung in the air. Then my father laughed. A dry, empty sound. My mother stood up slowly, "Excuse me?" I stared them both down "I’m not marrying her," I repeated, slower now. "This engagement is done." My father snickered before responding. "You can’t be serious," my father said. "After everything we’ve put into this?" I walked farther into the office, my hands clenched into fists. "She’s not a business deal." "She’s a Fairfax!" my mother snapped. "Do you think we nurtured this alliance for a century just so you could piss it aw
