Irvin's POV
I barely crossed the threshold of my office when the door exploded inward with a thunderous crash.
My father.
He stormed inside like a hurricane given human form, his jaw clenched tight, eyes blazing with arctic rage. A folded newspaper sailed through the air, landing on my desk with a resounding smack that cut through the morning silence.
"What the hell is this, Irvin?"
I didn't even blink. Leaning back in my chair, I reached for the paper with deliberate slowness. The front page glared back at me—a snapshot from the unicorn party showing Davina and me. Her fingers intertwined with mine. Our faces mere inches apart.
Dangerously close.
The headline screamed scandal in bold, merciless letters.
"Right before your wedding?"
I released a measured breath, making no effort to mask the exhaustion etched across my features. "I've already told you—I have zero interest in that arrangement."
His eyes became razor-thin slits.
