Angelo's car slowly came to a stop in the parking lot of his family residence. He glided the window down and looked to the right, where light illuminated the huge mansion.
The event was finally set, and he sensed he was in big trouble for leaving. Not only did his instincts tell him, but his phone had received countless calls, specifically from his father.
"That guy, jeez. I shouldn't have done that," Angelo face-palmed, breathing slowly. He got out of the car, closing the door sharply, and walked to the main door.
Outside, he saw new faces—guests, obviously—and among them, familiar ones he recognized as his father's political friends. Their smiles were all fake, and they all directed their gaze at him, staring at this mysterious man. He was sure he hadn't spoken to any of them; they were probably trying to gauge his character, which failed terribly.
