And So What If I Love A Man!

"Don't you think it's disrespectful to cut off Uncle like that?" Lucian's voice slices through the tension, sharp and cold. His golden eyes flick to Anna, but there's no warmth in them. "Uncle Marcus, go on."

A hush falls over the room.

Anna's lips press into a thin line, her face stiffening as the weight of Lucian's words settles in.

He called her out, publicly. A flush of embarrassment creeps up her neck, and she shifts uncomfortably, but she doesn't dare speak.

The humiliation burns in her chest like a slow fire, but Lucian doesn't care. He's past the point of pretending.

Marcus straightens, his expression unchanged as if Anna's interruption had been nothing more than a passing breeze. He exhales, then continues, voice steady and authoritative.