After my magical evening with Luke passed in a blissful haze, I found myself daydreaming about our dance, our kisses, and the promise of a future together. Jane teased me mercilessly about my lovesick expression, but I couldn't bring myself to care. For the first time in my life, I felt truly happy and hopeful about what lay ahead.
However, my bubble of happiness was about to burst in a way I never expected.
It was early on a Tuesday morning when I was jolted awake by a sharp knock on my bedroom door. Blinking sleepily, I called out, "Come in?"
To my surprise, it was my father who entered, his face grave and his posture tense. Immediately, I felt a sense of unease settle in my stomach.
"Father?" I said, sitting up in bed. "Is everything alright?"
He sighed heavily, sitting down on the
