My forehead creased.
Now that I had taken a good look at him, he looked kind of familiar yet not really. It was hard to pinpoint who he was or what he was doing here.
“And who might you be?” I asked.
He turned towards me and extended his hand.
“Apologies for the late introduction. I am Peter Friedman, your husband’s father,” he replied with a smile that made his wrinkles more visible.
That was it! He was familiar because he looked quite a bit like the old version of my husband. Out of panic, I shook his hand only to be reminded that he was the reason why Mi Cielo became a lawyer.
“You did not invite me to your wedding. That’s quite such a downer,” he commented with a chuckle.
He did not seem hurt at all, but rather he said it to keep our conversation going.
“Well… My husband does n
