Her father, Jonathan, stood tall and unyielding, his presence filling the room with an undeniable authority. He seemed calm, but Seraphina knew him well enough to see the simmering anger beneath the surface, the kind that rarely showed but was dangerous when unleashed.
Alan’s father, still standing, exhaled sharply, clearly grappling with his fury.
"This isn’t over, Jonathan," he spat through clenched teeth, his voice vibrating with restrained rage.
"You’ve just made the worst decision of your life."
Jonathan, arms still crossed, remained eerily calm, his voice like ice. "Get out of my house before I throw you out. This engagement is done, and no amount of threats will change that."
Alan’s father looked as though he was about to explode, his eyes darting wildly as if he was searching
