Here goes nothing. I walk down the carpeted stairs of the main hall of my epic mansion with open arms as my father walks inside the double doors, with a dozen or so men behind him. “Welcome back home, father,” I happily greet him with the widest smile that I can muster, “So glad you could attend the wedding.”
My father walks in with a scowl on his face, wearing his trademark white suit and white leather shoes that matched well with his silver wavy hair. He has five bodyguards surrounding him, which is funny because he’s almost twice their size. His posse looks like the grunts you have to beat before you fight the big boss, which is my muscle-bounded father.
“Ryan,” he greets me unenthusiastically, “I take it the Harmony woman is gone?”
Penelope. T
