AMAYA’s POV:
My dad fell silent after dinner. On the way home, he spoke very little. It felt like our journey took forever, even though we were close to our house. I remained quiet in the backseat of the car. Mommy kept sighing. It added to the heaviness I felt.
"Is there a problem, daddy?" I asked. I couldn't stand his prolonged silence anymore. It felt like I would be hanged any moment now.
"Are you getting married?" My eyes widened. My mouth hung open in shock at Dad's unexpected question.
"What kind of question is that, Dad? You're the one acting like an investigator, bombarding that guy with questions. We barely know him, and you immediately asked if he likes me. Have some shame, please. What will he think of me?" I snorted irritably. I couldn't hide my reaction from him.
"We h
