The Numero mansion was eerily silent. Which, given that the family specialized in being dramatic, was saying something.
Richard Numero sat on his grand leather armchair, holding his wife Nita's hand. Their daughter, Queen, stood before them, her face a perfect mask of confidence. She had just dropped a bomb. Not a literal one, but in terms of family scandal, this was nuclear.
"I will be marrying Drake tomorrow," she announced, "and I hope that I won't have to explain anything to both of you. I just need you to trust me."
Richard sighed, rubbing his temple. He had been preparing himself for this conversation for weeks, just not under these circumstances.
Of course, this was what he wanted.