Electra POV
From my stool at the bar, I gazed into my drink, my mind reeling with the impossible decision my parents had just presented. Marriage to a complete stranger? The thought sent my heart racing, and my palms grew slick with sweat.
I knew better than to argue with my mother; her resolve was unshakeable once she'd made up her mind. And I couldn't bear the thought of my parents fighting because of me.
As I scanned the dimly lit bar, the sounds of clinking glasses and muted conversations blurred into the background. My anxiety spiked, making my chest feel tight.
Just then, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd, and a wave of relief washed over me. I smiled, my tension easing.
"Sorry I'm late, I was a bit busy," Maxwell said, sliding onto the stool beside me, his apologetic ey
