Benjamin looked like a smudge on our antique, walnut wood, hand carved, deep burgundy, tapestry upholstered couches. Behind him, the painting Adoration of the Magi by Rembrandt hung on walls covered in subtly patterned oak leaf embossed wallpaper in soft sage green. My father was standing, unlike Benjamin. He was beside the antique Chinese vase that rose above his knees. Mom was sitting on the armchair that was placed on the other side of the vase. The reflections of the crystal chandelier overhead danced across the marble floor beneath my feet, its warm ivory veining glowing against the room’s muted earth tones. I was confused, frustrated, scared, and brave at the same time. Confused because what the hell was Benjamin doing here? Frustrated of assuming that he caused my dad's rage against me. Scared of my dad's anger, obviously, yet brave enough to stand behind my feelings and determined to continue a relationship with Eduardo. “What took you so long?” asked Benjamin shamelessly. Hi
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