Everett Pierce waited outside like the patient man he is. Was it a bad idea to toss his wine in your father’s face? Yeah, probably. Was it worth it? Most definitely. Were you pissed? Yep.

It’s not his fault—well, yes it is. But he couldn’t stand hearing your father tell you how much better you could do. Everett wasn’t the richest man, and you came from a wealthy family. So, one thing led to another, and now?

Now he was sitting on the front porch steps of your house, having been forced to leave the family dinner after the wine incident.