I had been pacing around the house until my father arrived. I was angry at myself for being so anxious about what he might say. Why did it even matter anymore? It shouldn't have mattered at all.
Soon enough, he would see that I was far beyond the boundaries he tried to impose on me. I was going to bring that despised idea to life. Everyone would find out that I was a singer, and they would see my photos on stage instead of seeing me. I would climb the ladder of fame by stepping on that family name he held so dear. From now on, they would only be busy watching my successes.
Even though I knew all this, I was angry at myself for waiting with such fear, like a child.
I wanted him to come and leave before Lucian arrived. The last thing I wanted was for Lucian to see me being scolded. I was
