After three hours of dinner and after-meal, Lucas finally closes the house door when my father leaves. He looks at me "we didn't do too bad," he comments, making me laugh.

"Not at all, you've made wedding plans and everything," I complain, crossing my arms as I lean my back against the pillar behind me.

Lucas walks towards me as if I were his prey and smiles "and that bothers you?" he asks humorously.

I immediately deny, "no, but I thought my father would never forgive you for what happened. Th