Piled up Anger

“You will never know how glad we are to hear that you two are still going through with your engagement,” Said Dean’s mother as she sat before them with an excited smile.

“We know, Mother. You’re practically brimming with happiness,” Dean teased and she frowned at him and sighed.

“I had always wanted a daughter. But I was only blessed with a son, so I always considered you as my own daughter Nadia,” She said completely ignoring Dean.

He was getting used to his parents’ preferential treatment of Nadia. At first, he was shocked but over the years he grew used to it. His parents had always wanted a daughter, somehow this felt more like him being introduced as the boyfriend, not the other way around.

“Thank you, Mrs. Wess. I mean Maria,” Nadia said blushing slightly as she looked down.

It seemed like Nadia was the one having more trouble getting used to their affection. Nadia’s phone rang and she looked down at it.

“You can take that, I’m sure it’s important,” His father said and Nadi