"You're joking, right?" My voice trembled, a mix of disbelief and anger bubbling to the surface.
"Jasmine, sit down. Let's discuss this like adults," my mother said, her tone sharp, as if scolding me for being a child.
I stayed frozen in the doorway of their dining room, my eyes fixed on Colin. He sat at the head of the table, dressed like he was trying too hard to impress, his smug expression turning my stomach.
"What's he doing here?" I demanded, ignoring her.
Colin leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped as though he were about to seal a deal. "It’s good to see you too, Jasmine."
I took a step forward, fists clenched. "Cut the crap, Colin. Why are you here?"
"Language!" my father barked, standing. "This is our house, young lady. You don’t come in here and cause a scene."
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