Viona
Of course not. If I could choose, the moment I told Roman and Vivian to marry, I would have just left peacefully. But did I have that option?
What should I say?
After the wedding kiss, Rafael had whispered to me to stick to the plan—to show off in public but be honest with my parents.
Hadn't he been the one who didn't stick to the plan?
My stomach acid overworked.
My father's jaw was taut, he waited for my answer.
"This is the only path I can take right now, Father," I said, forcing my voice steady not to sound nervous.
My father sighed. Heavy. Like the weight of his entire estate settling on my chest.
"Why must it be a Kingston of all families?" He chuckled. His question didn't feel like one. It was a calculating statement.
"Father… this marriage, we didn't intend—"
"I know. That's why I challenged you both to say the vow," he cut me off.
"You are rebellious. Well, you lived as an obedient daughter all this time," he counted the indictment.
