Chapter 20

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Rhys
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"Please don't mention anything about our...relationship," I say. "Of course I won't," she reassures me. "If you say anything about our real relationship, I'm taking the ballgown away," I tell her.

"No you piece of shit. Don't do that," she shouts me. "Then don't say anything," I tell her. "I won't, idiot," she says. We arrive at my father's house in an hour.

His house isn't large. Mine is 5x larger than his. He's rich but doesn't like spending his money. We both exit the car and I knock on the front door.

One of my father's servants opens the door. "Greetings, Mr. Anderson," he says. I nod as a way of greeting him. Iris smiles. She currently has her hands wrapped around my arm. I'm glad she feels safe around me.

"Come in sir and miss," he gestures us to go inside. We both walk into the house together. My father comes out to greet us. "Hello son, and his partner," he says as he hugs Iris and I.

"Dinner is almost ready, take a seat at the table," he says as he walks us into the dining room. He takes a seat on the far end of the large table. I sit opposite him and Iris sits next to me. It's an 8 seated table. Not too big.

One by one, the servers bring out large trays of food. Iris still looks a bit nervous. I place my hand on her shoulder and give her a soft smile. I remove my hand from her shoulder.

They place our food in extremely fancy plates. The fact that I hate all of this food, but it's Iris's favorite. That's the only reason I'm going to eat some of this.

"So, Iris," my father says while sipping on some wine. Ugh he's going to start talking bullshit. "What do you do for a living?" he asks politely.

"Oh uhm sir, I figure skate," she says with a smile. "So sports?" he says. Iris nods. "Yes, sir!" she says enthusiastically. "Oh, alright that's nice," he says with a 'I thought you were going to be the daughter of a rich businessman' smile.

He was the type of father who loves his children and wouldn't mind who they choose as their life partner. As long as they're rich. I stay by myself in my own mansion. I practically only come here once every 2 months.

"So how did the both of you meet?" he asks, smiling. Iris and I glance at each other then look away. Alright let's just hope this goes like the way we practiced.

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