"But it's true. This dinner is over for you."
"Finn!" Mrs. Davis roared, her voice laced with anger. "What are you talking about?! Don't tell me your relationship with that girl has clouded your judgment?!"
"How can you say that to your own parents? Don't tell me you're choosing them—her—over us?" Mr. Davis said sternly, his voice tight with control. "Finn, I'll give you another chance. Let's go."
"How can you say that to him?" Nina mustered her courage, rising from her seat to face her future in-laws. "How do you have the nerve to make him choose?"
"Nina, it's fine," Finn whispered. "I can—"
"No." She shook her head firmly, her resolve unshaken. When she turned her sharp gaze back to his parents, a sharp exhale escaped her lips. "You can call me whatever you want, but my family has extended more patience than you deserve. My father would've called you out the moment you walked in here with your assistants, but he didn't."