Juliano's POV My door knocks upon me as I stand up from my bed. It must be my father or Margot, no one knocks my door unnecessarily.I opened the door and my father came into view holding a glass of water. He prefers water to any liquid. Walking back to my room, he follows behind as the guards bow and stay by the door.Entering the room, I sat on the bed, removing my slippers.Still clutching his glass of water, he sits on the sofa across from me. One of his arms flings to the back of the sofa. His legs are apart. He appears relaxed, nonchalant even, as he twirls the water in his glass.“You are thirty, Juliano”. He said looking at me, laying emphasis on the ‘thirty’. I already know where this was heading.“I'm aware, you're planning a surprise party I guess”, acting nonchalant, I walked over to my table picking up a glass of wine as if I didn't know what he was about to say.I've been dodging this conversation for months. Returning to my position, I sat down facing him.“You're th
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