Nanette's POV
Valdo and I are still frozen by the dining table, where we were sharing an intimate moment, when we notice my dad and mom standing there. Mom just smiles while looking at me, but my dad's face turns crimson, a sign he's holding back his boiling anger. My dad steps in without waiting for an invitation.
"Have you gone mad?" He shouts, the sound reverberating and making me tremble. Valdo holds my hand tightly, showing he's ready to take responsibility for all of my dad's rage.
"Sorry, sir," Valdo says.
"Shut up! You have no right to speak. No right to treat my confused daughter with your playboy antics," my dad growls mercilessly.
"Valdo isn't a playboy, dad. We love each other," I defend Valdo, not wanting him to be called a playboy.
"You're just confused, not in love. Yo
