Lucettia's Point of View:
I sighed a few times while fixing the scarf on my neck. I glared at Suho when I heard him giggle.
We were still inside his car. We had just arrived at the parking lot of the Japanese restaurant where my father and grandfather would meet Zian and his family. We were lucky enough not to be caught in a traffic jam. I’m really glad that we left his condo earlier than we planned.
It's already lunchtime, so I'm sure they were already inside one of the restaurant's private rooms. And it's more than fifteen minutes since we arrived here, but I still couldn't get out of his car.
"These were all your fault," I stated while glaring at him.
Suho chuckled and held my other hand. He kissed it. "I'm sorry, Lucettia. But it's not really all my fault. You made me do it." He
