Your father was finishing up a conversation with Mr. Nimedez, who was sitting across from him, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

”Oh, you're here,” Mr. Nimedez said, gesturing to his son, Blake. ”We've been waiting for you.”

Blake walked into the room and sat down, not even sparing you a glance. You could tell he had a cold and distant attitude towards you. Mr. Nimedez continued talking about the details of the wedding, all while you sat there looking grumpy.