Acting like a loving husband, which he had been so far, Luther held me close to him as he led me to the living room. I almost burst out laughing when I saw the looks on everyone's faces. Their expressions were priceless, a perfect mix of shock and utter fury, as if someone had force-fed them a thousand sour grapes. The air was thick with tension, and the silence was deafening, save for the furious gritting of teeth of every member of the family.
The moment we stepped into the living room, the atmosphere changed. The air was thick with tension, and all eyes, except for Luther's parents, shot us venomous glares. Nash's parents, in particular, looked like they were about to combust. Their faces were flushed with a mixture of rage and disbelief, their eyes narrowed into slits as they watched
