Amidst the drama going on between Marcello and Lyra, it seemed that Meera had fallen in love..
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Meera’s POV
“I’m not having this conversation again.” I crossed my arms and leaned back into the velvet couch like it was my throne. “You hate Gabriel. We get it. Move on.”
Dad stood by the fireplace like some overgrown villain from a period drama, one hand wrapped around a crystal glass of scotch he hadn’t even sipped. He wasn’t drinking. He was brooding.
“You’re throwing your future away for a boy with no legacy, no—no direction,” he snapped. “Do you know what the Sinclairs think about this?”
“The Sinclairs can choke.” I said it calmly, too calmly, which I knew would needle him more than screaming.
His eyes flared. “Meera.”
“Don’t Meera me,” I shot back. “You act like I’m bringing ho
