54. Emiliana

"Can we not do this? Or can you do it alone? I'll wait for you here" Dante laces his fingers with mine and brings my hand to his mouth. Kissing the back. It doesn't do shit to calm my nerves but I don't bother telling him that.

"I want you to be present"

"She's just going to hate me more than she already does"

"Why does that matter?"

"Dante, I'm trying here. I honestly don't want to fight with your mother or fuel her hatred for me"

"I love you. That's all you need to care about"

"You believe that. Don't you?" He smirks and exits the car. Rounding the hood to open my door. I wish I didn't have to go in there and confront his family. I don't do confrontations unless it's absolutely necessary. I'm perfectly fine with ignoring them for the rest of my life. But Dante insists we have to do this so here we are. I know I'm going to hate every second of it, especially since those two already despise me. I swing my legs out but remain sitting. Hoping he'll tell me