ACIR HILLS
“Tom, can you sit down first and take a breather?”
It was clear to almost everyone in the room that Tom Garett, Wesley’s father, is making a fool out of himself. Even James Morris, the Dean, was practically telling him to calm down at this point.
Like father, like son, honestly.
Wesley, on the other hand, had a proud expression contorted on his face, unbothered by the fact that his father was now the one who’s causing a scene, when he just did the same thing almost ten minutes ago.
I fumbled with my hands on my lap. Being put in these kinds of situations has never been a favorite of mine. Apparently having some kind of relationship with Wesley—it would never be a peaceful one. I should’ve known from the moment a red flag slipped through my eyes.
That should have been the d
