Damina sat at the long dining table in his parent’s elegant home. It exuded opulence. The living was spacious. The marble floors and exquisite decor. The house was his mother’s biggest pride. She has put a lot of work into the interior decor of the house and spared no expense. She wanted her home to reflect the family’s status in their social circle. Growing up in this house, he had spent many memorable holidays here, and it held memories he wanted to both forget and remember.
His mother Eileen was sitting across him at the dining table, her well manicured fingers tapping against the smooth surface of the table. The sounds of her nails clattering on the table made him nervous. She was regal with an air of superiority. She was wearing a yellow designer dress, which gave her a rather regal look. He braced himself for what was coming. He had been avoiding spending time with his parents, especially his mom, who was not too pleased about the wedding plans.
“How are the wedding plans coming along?” his mom asked with a suspicious look.
