Chapter 1 “Smile. It's your engagement party, not a funeral.” Mom whispered and I tightened my fist. I'm pretty sure my eyes are glued on a ghost though. — DANTE CRUZ. DANTE I shouldn’t have come here. I should be home, pretending to be the perfect son, counting down the hours until my engagement to a woman I barely know. I didn't have interest in women as a whole but still, it might have felt a little bit bearable if I had met the so-called lady before the engagement. Countless times, I had thought of coming out. Let my father and family know I was gay but only the thought of the aftermath sent shivers down my spine. That was what I got for being the only son of the Cruz family. Opinions didn't matter, love was just an illusion and marriage, it was a thing of power. So instead, I was here in a bar that smelled of tequila, all manners of hard drugs and the loud music making it impossible to hear oneself. I sipped on a shot of hard scotch, letting it burn down my throat pret
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