Savannah’s POV
The tension continued the next morning over breakfast. I didn’t mind because it was my main plan to piss him off, funny enough, my parents didn’t seem to notice.
With a sigh, I picked up my coffee mug and took a slow, unbothered sip while holding his gaze. I arched my eyebrow in amusement at his annoyance. If he thought his attitude was going to rattle me, he had another thing coming.
At the head of the table, my father cleared his throat as he set his newspaper down. Beside him, my mother straightened her posture, looking between Julian and me with a serious expression, trying to figure out if something else was going on.
“Marcus and I have an announcement,” my mother began. “Tonight the country club holds its regional agricultural gala, as you know it is a very importa
