Arthur’s bravado crumbled as the reality of my revelation hit him like a tidal wave. The smug sneer he wore so confidently moments ago was replaced by a pale, slack-jawed expression. The quiet grandeur of the dining room became a stage for the unfolding drama, the echoes of clinking cutlery now a distant memory as all eyes remained fixed on our table.
“Liam, is this true?” Arthur’s voice faltered, seeking confirmation from his son, who sat quietly, a small, proud smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Liam nodded, finally mustering the courage to speak. “Dad, Sophia isn’t like anyone else. I fell in love with her for who she is, not because of what she has or doesn’t have. And yes, she’s the real deal.”
