She could feel the tension in the air as they walked up the grand entrance. The extravagant decor and opulence of her family home had always been a source of pride for her, but today, she couldn't shake the feeling that it was all part of the pressure she constantly felt.
As soon as they stepped inside, Luna's mother greeted them warmly, her excitement evident in her smile. "It's so good to finally meet you,Her mother's genuine warmth was a welcome change, but Luna's nerves were still on edge.
Her father, however, was a different story. He watched them from his chair with a steely gaze, his expression unreadable. He didn't get up to greet Sony, nor did he acknowledge the young man's presence right away. Luna's heart dropped, knowing that her father's approval meant everything.Luna announced to her parents, meet Sony my boyfriend.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Luna's father, Mr. Harrison, spoke up, his voice calm yet firm. "So, Sony, tell me, what is it that you do for a living?"
Sony stiffened but answered politely, "I'm in real estate development, sir. I've been managing a few small projects in the city."
Mr. Harrison's eyes narrowed slightly. "Real estate?" He exchanged a quick glance with his wife, who seemed to be on the verge of asking something else, but remained silent.
Luna could already feel the tension rising. She had hoped for a more positive reaction from her father, but his silence spoke volumes.
Sony, oblivious to the undertones, smiled and continued, trying to make the situation less uncomfortable. "Yes, sir. It's a tough industry, but I'm passionate about it."
Luna's father placed his glass of wine down with a deliberate clink. His voice became colder as he spoke. "You must be passionate, indeed, to make it in such an industry. But what about your background, Sony? Where do you come from?" His words were measured, almost calculated.
Luna's face turned crimson. She knew what was coming. The difference in their social standing had always been a sore spot for her father.
"My parents are working-class people," Sony replied, his tone growing slightly defensive, but still respectful. "They've worked hard to support me, and I've been doing my best to make something of myself."
Mr. Harrison's face tightened, his disapproval evident. "Working-class?" he repeated, almost with a hint of disdain. "And you think that's enough for my daughter? Luna deserves someone who can offer her more than just passion. She needs security, stability—someone who can offer her the same lifestyle she's accustomed to."
Luna stood frozen, shocked by her father's bluntness. She hadn't expected him to be so vocal about his objections. Her mother, who had been listening quietly, opened her mouth to protest, but Mr. Harrison raised his hand, silencing her.
"No, Linda. This is serious." He turned his gaze back to Sony. "I don't think you understand the life my daughter leads. The expectations we have for her are different. And frankly, someone from your background... I just don't see how this will work."
Luna's heart dropped. The sting of her father's words hit her hard. She could feel her grip on Sony's hand tightening, but she didn't know what to say. She had hoped that things would be different today.
Sony stood up slowly, his face now a mix of anger and hurt. "I understand. But I thought I could prove to you that I care for Luna. I'm not asking for your approval, but I think Luna is old enough to make her own decisions."
Her father stood up, his posture rigid and unyielding. "If she wants to be with someone like you, then perhaps it's time she learned the consequences of those decisions. I won't stand idly by and watch my only daughter throw away her future."
Luna's blood ran cold. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This wasn't just about her love life. This was about her father trying to control her future in a way that she had never felt before.
"Dad, you can't—" Luna began, but her father cut her off sharply.
"This conversation is over," he said, his tone final.
Luna turned to Sony, her heart breaking. He was visibly shaken, and she could see the hurt in his eyes. Before she could say anything more, Sony turned and walked toward the door.
"I'll leave you to figure this out," he said quietly, his voice laced with disappointment. "But know this, Luna: I won't be part of something where I'm not welcomed. If you choose your family over me, then that's fine. I'll respect your decision."
Luna's chest tightened as he left without another word. She stood there, frozen in place, her father's cold voice ringing in her ears.
Her mother stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Luna, honey, I'm sorry, but your father only wants what's best for you."
Luna pushed her mother's hand away gently, her eyes red with frustration. "No, Mom. What's best for me is being with someone who understands me—not someone who judges him because of where he comes from."
Her father watched the scene unfold, his expression unyielding. "You'll thank me one day, Luna."
But she couldn't bring herself to thank him. All she could do was watch as Sony's car disappeared down the long driveway, the weight of her father's words suffocating her.