GIANNA
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When the doorbell rang later that evening, I took the liberty to open it.
Mr. Baker was the first to come in, followed by his wife. I put on the best smile I could muster and greeted them. “Welcome Mr and Mrs Baker, come in,” I added like they weren’t already inside. “The table is being set up. You may wait in the living room for now.”
“Thank you, dear.” Brandon’s mother responded. “It has been a while.”
“It has.” Despite my act of niceness, I lowkey wondered why they wanted to have dinner with us. However, when I looked past them and my gaze landed on Brandon, I could immediately tell that he was the one who set it up. My face dropped at the realization. I said he wasn’t going to control my life anymore yet he was the reason I was forced to have dinner with his family. I h
