(JOY)
I DON’T want to look nervous. I want to appear confident and in control. But as I look at the modern mansion the Garcia family calls their house, I couldn’t help but swallow a couple of times. I knew that Hosea came from a wealthy family based on his stories. But I didn’t know they are this rich because he never acted snobbish or privileged.
I hate that my nerves were getting to me. It has been one week since I personally met Hosea’s mother and I thought I already prepared myself for this dinner with his parents. I guess I was wrong.
“We will just stay for less than one hour. I promise,” Hosea whispered in my ear. He was standing too close to me as if he could protect me this way. Our hands were already clasped together and I have a feeling he will not let go of me until we sit a
