Seventy Three

"That doesn't make any sense," Rafaella voiced out. "You've never done anything like this – set us up and then make us follow the path that you laid out." She continued, her firm and distasteful voice echoing through the room.

I stared at the dark night behind the glass window of Dad's office after the little lunch party that just ended a few minutes ago. Everything looked normal, everyone seemed to talk casually, and warmly. My mom and Reagan's mom seemed to be having a serious conversation and the excitement flashed in their eyes as they talked about the engagement plans. Meanwhile Reagan was with his older brother, my dad, my grandpa and their dad talking about something in another corner of the party.

And I ...

I can't even think about anything, or talk about anything. All of my talking abilities disappeared. There was only silence in my head since earlier, and a feeling of disappointment tucked into my parents. They have never done this: carried out a plan that was never discusse