Chapter Fifty Three

If I had thought brunch with Aziel’s mom was bad, dinner was much worse. If I’d known his dad will be at the dining table, if I had known he would ask me questions I wouldn’t be able to answer, I wouldn’t have left Aziel’s room, I would rather have starved than sit in the dining room to answer all of the questions Simon Walker had for me. One would think it was a job interview but then again I think it was only fair for him to ask, I was going to be marrying his son after all but that doesn’t mean I’m happy with it.

“How old are you?” He asked as he cut through the steak on his plate. I noticed the man had barely spared me a glance since I walked into the room with his son. I wasn’t complaining though. I didn’t think I could handle another pair of Aziel’s eyes on me, especially one so disdainful.

“I’m T-twenty, sir.” I couldn’t help but stutter. The air in the room was stiff and too serious that I thought I would puke. I haven’t even touched the food on my plate, only playing aroun