Dawn
Vincent first glares at John, then glares at his father. His wide chocolate brown eyes shift between the two. He clenches and unclenches his palm. He is trying his best not to lash out.
This family dinner has really gotten heated in a short period.
“It’s not you who dictates who I marry.”
Vincent places his hand on my knee under the table. It calms down my rising nerves, and from what I see, his too.
His chest rises and falls slowly, while mine feels tight.
The dress I wore for this event hasn't spared my chest where breathing is concerned.
“I won’t be giving you my blessing. You are a big figure, Vincent. And this woman is still married to Dave, who, as I heard, is also well known in the area he comes from. I can’t allow such humiliation to fall on you. You know I can't
