A tall, black-haired man wearing a deep frown stood before me. He did not look happy at all. His hair was combed in a neat way and he was dressed in a black and white tux for a reason that was unknown to me. His eyes seemed to be stuck on a permanent glare.
This man reminds me of myself so much. I wonder if he's my real father.
Despite him not looking like a very friendly man, Samantha smiled her brightest smile and waved at the man.
"Hi, Mr. Daten, it's good to see you again."
Mr. Daten? Meaning that this man... Is Waeland's father. My soon to be step-father. Great, I wonder if I can just turn around now.
Waeland's father didn't even seem to acknowledge Samantha's existence whatsoever. He just moved his eyes towards me in a cold stare. I just stared back, completely unable to read hi
