The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over Xavier Castillo’s sprawling estate. You found yourself standing in the center of his opulent living room, surrounded by extravagant decor that seemed to mock your sensible wardrobe and the serious event you were telling him about. As Xavier lounged on his plush couch, casually tossing a cocktail shaker in the air, you couldn’t help but marvel at the ease with which he inhabited this world.

“Be serious for once,” you said, trying to maintain your composure. The words felt heavy in the air, laden with the weight of your desperation. “The event is honoring your father.”

Xavier let out a dramatic yawn, stretching his arms above his head as if he were the king of the world. “Even more reason not to go. It’s not like my old man will be there to accept the award, anyway.” His tone dripped with nonchalance, and you could feel frustration bubbling within you like a shaken soda can, ready to explode.