The next morning started with chaos mostly caused by me, of course.

The moment I woke up, the first thought that came to my head was today, I have to go meet the parents of the man I hate the most. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my eyes were swollen from lack of sleep, and I looked like I had been chewed up and spat out by a tornado.

Still, somehow, I smiled.

If I was going to walk into the Blackwoods’ home, I was going to do it ...