As Martha welcomes us into their home, I can't help but feel a sense of apprehension settling over me. Convincing Emma's parents to come to the wedding won't be easy, especially considering their strained relationship with Emma. But we are determined to try, and with a deep breath, I follow Andy inside, steeling myself for whatever may come next.
The interior of the house is elegant yet imposing, with tasteful furnishings and artwork adorning the walls. Martha leads us to the living room, where we settle into plush armchairs while we wait for Mr. and Mrs. Steel to join us. The atmosphere is tense, every moment weighted with the unspoken tension between us.
"Can I offer you something to drink?" Martha asks, her tone polite but distant. "Coffee, tea?"
I shake my head, my throat suddenly d
