Chapter Thirty Seven

"Do you seriously want to do this right now?" I groaned.

My dad looked at me and then looked behind him into the house and signed, turning around, he shook his head. "No, I guess not. Come in, the both of you." He muttered.

I turned to Callum and grinned before grabbing his hand and walking into the house.

My father led us to the living room, where my grandparents sat on the sofa, Eliza and Mel sitting across from them with their fakest smiles on.

"Look who's here!" My dad stated, happily.

Everyone stood up. My grandfather stood at 6'5, a deep brown complextion, and a very serious demeanor. My grandmother was more than a foot shorter than him, with very light skin, and green eyes. Her demeanor was equally as serious as his. Her curly hair was in an updo, she wore a designer dress, with a diamond encrusted bracelet to complete her outfit. She looked amazing. She cracked a small smile when I walked in, while my grandfather remained stoic.

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