26
Adrian
After last night’s dessert moment with Amber, my mind was all over the place. Herman had been suspiciously absent too. He hadn’t tried to get between us in days. Maybe he finally realized he’d already lost.
It was a typical morning—family breakfast as usual. My mom took another sip of her tea, watching me a bit too intently. I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“Is something wrong, Mom?”
“I don’t know. Is there?”
“I don’t think so.”
Sophia shifted uncomfortably in her seat. That reminded me of our conversation back at the office—and suddenly, I knew exactly where this was going.
“There is something wrong, son. I want you to get married and start your own family. Either you find someone suitable on your own, or you’ll marry Sarah.”
“Do you really think I’ll agree to get married
