I walked into the restaurant private room and scowled at the surprise group of people sitting at the table.
I eyed my father, Miles Lanka, questioningly. "What's this, Dad? You said you wanted to meet me for lunch to discuss something. What's with the entourage?"
Miles glanced at me and gestured toward the seat opposite him. He spoke, "Sit down, son. We are all here to discuss your engagement ceremony with Dera Pete."
I clenched my fists and my jaw tightened as anger boiled up within me. My dad had apparently conned me into meeting with the last people on earth I wanted to meet with. Dera Pete sat next to the empty seat where I was to sit, while my stepsister and stepmother sat next to my dad.
I arched an eyebrow and replied firmly, "I cannot speak of the ceremony without my grandfathe
