Lana's POV
After I got ready for the outcome today, I went to the kitchen and I sat at the table. My dad pushed a bowl of fruit salad towards me. He usually makes breakfast that is not fruit salad. I guess he made it because I wasn't feeling well. I have felt nauseas. I took the spoon and I just played with my fruit as my dad sat across from me.
"Lana," he said, and I looked up at him. I was afraid, I was fearing for the worst. I felt like there was an empty pit in my stomach. "Everything will work out, but not with him."
"Do you even know him on a personal level?" I asked.
"Not too much, but it's for the best," he said with concern.
"I can make those decisions on my own. I am a young adult, and I don't need any permission from you to be under your control. It has always been that
