"I understand, Mr. James. Tiffany's happiness means the world to me. I am willing to do whatever it takes to meet her standards."
Tiffany, unable to contain her frustration, abruptly pushed her plate away and threw her knife and fork onto the table. The clatter echoed in the room, drawing the attention of both men.
Reaves, maintaining his calm demeanor, reached out and touched Tiffany's shoulder gently. "Tiffany," he said, addressing his daughter, "we are in the midst of an important conversation."
Tiffany, her eyes blazing with anger, retorted, "This isn't a conversation, Dad. You're treating me like a bet, and I won't stand for it!"
Reaves, unfazed by his daughter's outburst, nodded. "I respect your feelings, Tiffany. You have a say in this matter, and I value your choice. Only the finest young man is worthy of being your partner."
