Wren POV
We are late, and if there is anything my parents hate more than being late, I haven't found it yet. My palms are sweating, and I can't seem to catch my breath. After the disaster yesterday, I don't know what to expect.
Destin opens the door to the conference room, and it falls silent. There are more people here than I would like, but like always, I don't have a choice. My parents are sitting at the head of the table, and Macy and my brothers are next to Dad. Charlie is sitting by himself, and he looks pale.
I smile at him, but he doesn't return it. I would worry he is mad at me, but I can smell alcohol on him from here. The i***t is hungover. My fathers will have a field day with this.
Destin slides into the seat next to Charlie and pulls me into his lap. I flush wit
