Chapter 11

John’s POV

Dinner night had arrived and my mood was terrible. My parents, Cassie's parents, and the two of us were seated at an abundant table, and the atmosphere was filled with the most explicit sucking and kissing.

This kind of situation was commonplace, but that night it was out of bounds. The subject of "engagement" had been brought up countless times, and now my mother and my girlfriend's mother were excitedly showing a wedding dress magazine to Cassie, who looked as uncomfortable as I was.

"Okay, that's enough. You're going to scare her," I forced a smile and pulled her close to me, who almost celebrated with relief.

"Imagine that, son. We were just looking. I have to say, Cassie, you would look magnificent in a Mauro Adami, dear," my mother said, smiling vainly.

"That would be in great taste, we should certainly arrange that when the time comes," my girlfriend's father complemented.

I took my champagne in one gulp, receiving a scolding look from my father and even Cassie.