"One month?" my father repeated, his brows knitting together as if I had asked for an eternity instead of a measly thirty days.
"Axel, one month is a lot of time. What are you even hoping to achieve with it? Rosa's been waiting long enough, and I will not tolerate this stalling."
"Papá, please," I said, throwing in just the right amount of exasperation and sincerity to tug at his pride.
"One month is nothing in the grand scheme of things. If I find my mate, it's fate. Isn't that what you always say? That destiny knows best? But if I don't, fine. Rosa, it is. But at least let me try." I clasped my hands in fake supplication, tilting my head slightly for dramatic effect.
I watched his lips twitch, the cogs in his head visibly turning as he mulled it over. For a second, I thought he was going to dismiss me outright, but then he sighed.