The dinner table was set with fine china and gleaming silverware, but the air between you, Nicholas, and your parents was thick with tension. Your father sat at the head of the table, his commanding presence making the silence feel even heavier.

Across from you, Nicholas remained stoic, absentmindedly swirling the wine in his glass, looking completely uninterested. You glanced between them, trying to read the room, but all you sensed was unease.

“So, Nicholas,” your father finally broke the silence. “Your father and I are finalizing the arrangements. It’ll be a simple civil wedding.” A satisfied smile crossed your father’s face. Nicholas gave no response, his eyes fixed on his drink as if the conversation meant nothing to him.