"You're getting married next week?!"
Sophia almost spit out the wine she was drinking when she heard Felix announce his sudden wedding. She stared at him wide-eyed, then pointed a serious finger at his face. "You better not be joking with me, Felix."
"I'm not joking, Mom. I'm serious about this. I'm getting married next week, and... you'll meet my fiancée tomorrow night."
Michael and Sophia exchanged glances. They were completely caught in a whirlwind of confusion, anxiety, doubt, and fear. What exactly was happening with Felix?
Michael cleared his throat, having recovered from the shock that had made him lose focus for a moment. "Have you thought this through carefully, Felix?"
"I have, Dad."
Michael continued, "You know your wife will inherit the family shares?"
"We're just gettin
