My heart wouldn’t stop racing as Marco held my hand, leading me out of the room. His thumb brushed over the back of my hand, probably trying to calm me down, but it wasn’t working. I had no clue what the host of a mansion this massive and extravagant would be like.
“I’m scared to meet your dad,” I whispered, squeezing Marco’s hand as we turned into another room.
“Are you scared of me?”
“No.”
"Then you'll be fine meeting my father."
I frowned, about to ask what he meant by that, but the question died in my throat when we rounded the corner, and I was met with the sight of a dining table big enough for a royal banquet. Seated there were four people, and every single one of them looked… intimidating.
Starting at the head of the table was a middle-aged man who looked so authoritative, po
