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I thought for a while but couldn’t think of anything. After all, I was entering this situation blind. I had never introduced a boyfriend to my father before, though I didn’t know what Alexander and I were. Our relationship was complicated, and I didn’t know what I would say we were if my father ever asked.
I groaned out loud. Why did this have to be so difficult?
“I can’t think of any, as I’ve never been in this situation before.”
“You’ve never introduced your past boyfriends to your father before?” The disbelief in Alexander’s voice made me shake my head in response.
I ignored the almost concealed smugness in his eyes, which I could only see due to our proximity, and continued what I was saying.
“The only thing that I can think of that will win you brownie points with my dad is that you care about me,” I muttered as I tried to think of any other point.
“Doesn’t that mean I’ve already won those brownie points?”
My heart thumped at the insinuation behind his words.
Chapter 20
Alexander
“Whenishegoingto get here?” Aryana asked, fiddling her hands together. She was nervous and excited to see her father again.
“Tony is already on his way to pick up your father,” I answered.
I was in the process of making lasagna. I wanted to make a good impression on Walter Dane. I naturally wouldn’t care about anyone having a good image of me, but this was different. This was Aryana’s father, the man she loved the most. It wouldn’t be pleasant for Aryana if her father disliked me, and it wouldn’t be easy to get her to say no if Walter decided to take Aryana away from here.
Aryana was dressed in a light, floral sundress. She kept walking around, making sure everything was perfect. I could understand how she was feeling. If I were in her position and had to tell my father that I was pregnant out of the blue, I would be just as nervous as she was. Regardless of the outcome, she had me, but it would be better to have her father’s support despite the sketchy circumstances.
“Do you think they’re already on their way?” Aryana fiddled with the hem of her dress.
I sighed. She had been asking lots of questions about her father’s arrival, and while I understood her anxiety, it was frankly becoming tiring to hear.
She must have noticed that her questions were becoming too much because she grimaced and shot me an apologetic smile.
“Sorry. I’m just…nervous.” She flailed her arms around.
“It’s okay,” I said. I would have told her to calm down, but I knew it would be pointless.
I made the sauce and let it simmer while boiling the noodles. I was looking at three different kinds of cheese to use. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to use shredded mozzarella or parmesan.
“Is your dad allergic to any type of cheese?” I asked, not moving my eyes from the ingredients.
“No, he isn’t,” Aryana answered.
In that case, I decided to mix ricotta, shredded mozzarella, and parmesan cheese. The three-cheese blend would give the lasagna a great flavor.
I was sure that if my father could see me now, he would mock and laugh at me, almost tripping over myself to make a good impression on Aryana’s father. My father knew I was the type of person that didn’t care about people’s opinions.
He had often tried to get me to pay attention to certain things for an appearance. He told me that while I didn't need to pay attention to people’s words, I still needed to do certain things to maintain our image. Naturally, I still didn’t care, and in the end, my father gave up and didn’t bother me as long as it wasn’t serious. Only in important meetings and the like would I listen to my father. Trying to win a favorable impression of a man I didn’t know was laughable. My father would probably ask how far I had fallen.
Looking at Aryana, whose foot was anxiously tapping the ground, I had fallen pretty deep. The sunlight filtering through the windows highlighted how brown her hair was until it almost looked golden. The sun hitting her face enhanced her features and made her eyes pop out due to the rays.
She was truly beautiful.
There was silence as Aryana watched me prepare to layer the lasagna, probably to calm her mind.
I spread about a cup of meat sauce into a pan and added a layer of noodles. I topped the noodles with some of the cheese mixtures. I then repeated the layers in the order of meat sauce ending with a layer of noodles and cheese and ending it with a layer of meat sauce.
I spared a glance at Aryana and saw her looking entranced as my hands danced over the lasagna.
