“I told you he’s no good, but you won’t listen!” Mrs. Carolyn’s voice echoed as Ranya made his way to his father’s living room. He had been coming to this building frequently.
He needed to convince his father that he was truly getting married for real. There was no way he would have enjoyed coming to a place that held so many hurtful memories.
“Shut up, Carolyn. He’s way better than Anthony, who would have definitely done worse if he were here,” Mr. Lewiston barked back as he paced to and fro.
Ranya snorted as he walked over to the door. The workers were all staring at him, whispering things he chose not to pay attention to.
“I’m fed up with you, Carolyn, okay?” It was election day, and something as terrible as this was already making waves on the internet. This might ruin his chances
