I have to survive this visit with my parents—and Amelia. I'm going to end it, this ridiculous engagement, this emotional torment. Fuck, when I originally asked Octavia to pencil in this personal time on the schedule, I had no idea what I was going to do with it. Pop in for a spot of tea and some fucking crumpets? Sit in the conservatory with dear ol' mummy and listen to her talk gossip about all the other rich idiots she hangs around with? Or maybe watch my father's face tighten when he looks at me, his disappointment of a son? Standing here with Lilith, it hits me. I'm not going there to
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