Chapter 50 - Dinner Fiasco

Acid. The acid in my stomach does not let me sit in peace.

I press on it, thumbing it down, hoping that it will subside.

Fat chance of that happening.

Austin swerves towards a fork in the road, a long winding road leads up to a majestic view. It’s not a mansion, it looks more like a castle. A castle sitting atop a hill.

It’s ridiculously cliche and intimidatingly so.

I breathe out. The only thing keeping me from panicking and bolting is him.

This is it.

He places his hand on my bouncing knees, trying to calm me down as we enter the gate.

I clutch the dessert I made the prior night just for this.

Never go empty-handed as a guest.

I do hope at the very least the effort would count for something.

He takes my hand in his as he walks me to the door.

I don’t pay much attention to the grandeur of the mansion and focus on the way I’m breathing. It would be more embarrassing to pass out even before passing through the threshold.