My guards stiffened upon hearing those words.

They knew that Mia wasn’t bluffing. Whatever she says, she does.

And if she said that she’ll take this incident to the principal’s office? She will.

“So, what can you say?” Mia asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. “Would you like me to go to the principal’s office now?”

“No need, Ma’am Mia,” one of my guards answered as he took a step back. “We’re sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Good. Now, go.” Mia shooed them away, her brows furrowed. “And… please. Study how to be a cool bodyguard. Because what are you doing right now? It’s not cool.”

The guards didn’t reply. Instead, they took another step away until they were now far from us.

I heaved a sigh, although I can still see them in my peripheral vision.

“Haah. Finally, they’re gone,” Mia said as she turned to me. “To be honest? I really don’t have any idea how you are enduring that, babe.”

“I mean, if my parents control me like that? They won’t see me in this country anymore. Ever,” she added, snorting. “Maybe that’s why they’re giving me my freedom, though.”

“Silly.” I chuckled and shook my head. “But… Thank you. At least, those bodyguards were tolerable now. I don’t feel like someone is holding it through my neck already.”

Mia nudged onto my shoulder. “No problem. You know that I always got you, right?”

I nodded.

And Mia didn’t have any idea how thankful I am to have her as my friend.

“But seriously… I just hope aunt and uncle would give you a cooler bodyguard, if they really insist that you should have one,” Mia mumbled, now clinging her hand to my arm as both of us walked into the classroom.

We’re classmates in English, but the next subjects will be in our majors, so we need to part ways.

“A cooler bodyguard?” I frowned. “That doesn’t exist.”

“Oh, yes. They do!” Mia giggled, as if she remembered someone. “Before you came to the bar last time? I saw a really, really handsome bodyguard, girl! I think he’ll work for another person, but whoever it was, I’m sure they’re the luckiest person alive!”

Mia’s voice was louder than usual. Maybe it’s because she’s excited about what she was talking about, but the others kept looking at us.

She never had a problem taking the spotlight. That’s Mia Hernandez for you.

The center of attention, and even one of the most famous students in the university, not just because of how attractive she was, but also because she’s a varsity player and a party goer, too.

I, on the other hand, always do my best to stay away from the spotlight.

I’m not afraid of people, but I’m afraid of what my parents do to take the opportunity. It’s like… I’m just a cash cow or something for them.

“Anyway, did you talk to your parents already and say that you’re opposed to the marriage?” Mia asked, halting me from my thoughts.

Her voice was lower than before, yet I heard it loud and clear.

“I didn’t.” I shook my head. “You know I can’t do that, Mia.”

“And why?” She raised an eyebrow, looking at me as she leaned forward onto my ear. “I thought you already had guts because you’re talking to a handsome man last night.”

“What?” My eyes widened. “Wait… How did you know that?”

“Of course, I saw it. Duh!” Mia rolled her eyes playfully. “To be honest, he’s hot as fuck. And the fact that he’s older? Goodness. I’m on my knees.”

I grimaced.

With her blushing cheeks combined with her giggling, I’m sure she meant it in another way.

“That person you’re talking about is no other than my cousin, Mia.”

She froze.

Mia’s eyes widened, now looking at me in disbelief.

“What?” If her jaw wasn’t intact with her face, it might have fallen. “You’re saying that you have a cousin who was drooling with so much sex appeal like him?”

I sighed, massaging my forehead. “Language, please.”

“But I just can’t believe it!” she exclaimed, and this time, she got everyone’s attention again. “Like, do you want me to be your cousin-in-law?”

“Oh my God, Mia. Stop it.”

She should be thankful that she’s currently clinging to my arms right now, because if not, I would have left the moment she mentioned River.

Smirking, Mia said, “I’m just kidding. Because you know what? I think he likes you.”

My eyes widened, and even though I didn’t like it, my cheeks blushed hard as soon as I heard that.

But it’s wrong. So wrong.

“Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? He’s my cousin,” I repeated just in case she had a problem hearing me. “You’re giving me the chills.”

“Chills, huh?”

Mia’s lips curved into a smirk, then she stared at me. It’s as if she could read my mind, like all the things I’ve been hiding.

I almost wanted to step back, but I couldn’t. A part of me wanted to stay away, and another part of me wanted to hear what she was about to say.

“I don’t think that’s the case? And do you want another hot take from me?” she added to ask, now leaning into my ear, whispering, “That guy… He’s the one who will make you free. I can feel it.”

What does she mean?

I wanted to ask, but before I could even speak, the bell rang.

“Let’s go, babes!” Mia said as she pulled me inside the classroom, smiling brightly as if nothing happened.

As if she didn’t say anything that would make me think of her words until the end of our class.

*****

After classes, I went home.

To be honest, I really don’t want to. I wanted to stay in school for longer, even just in the library, so I could study.

I feel suffocated when I’m at home, especially when it comes to dinner, where everyone is present, acting like a perfect family even if we’re not.

“Serenity,” Mom called me as I approached the dining area. “Come here, sit.”

“Yes, Mom.” I nodded and obliged.

Heaving a sigh at the back of my mind, I sat on the chair in front of Mom, and across from Dad, who was sitting at the head of the table.

I looked at the table. The food was too much just for the three of us. And when they start to talk about business and other things? I can’t even taste the food even if it reaches my tongue.

The atmosphere looked good with the same crystal chandelier I’ve always seen every time I’m here, but… dinner was always the same.

Exhausting.

“What are you waiting for? Eat,” Mom commanded, looking at the food, then her gaze moved toward me. “You’re not waiting for me to spoonfeed you, right?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m not.”

I started eating, chewing through the vegetable salad, even if the last thing I wanted to do right now was stay here and pretend that everything was alright.

I came home from university, and it’s not like it’s rare, but still, I hoped my parents would ask me about my day the way normal parents did.

That they would ask if I was tired. Or happy. Or hurting.

They didn’t. No one between them even cared about me.

“There were changes in some of the business schedules,” Dad said, his posture rigid, and his eyes sharp as he cut through the steak. “Make sure to fit that in your schedule. Remember what I said. I don’t accept no as an answer.”

“Yes, Dad.” I nodded.

The silence followed as no one spoke. If silence were a knife, it would have been cut into the air right now.

Only the sound of the cutlery made me sane as my parents started talking about their usual business, as if I were just a wallflower in between.

No one even noticed me. No one.

Not until someone came into the dining area.

His movements were loud, taking everyone's attention as all of us looked at him.

"Am I interrupting something?" River asked, his voice low and teasing. "Can I join?"

"Sure." My mom's voice broke as she cleared her throat. "Sure. Please, take a seat."

River sat across from me, then he took my hand and kissed the back of my palm.

"Hello, Princess."

I only showed a weak smile in response, but at the same time, I felt so delighted. It was like my heart was singing hallelujah.

For the first time, someone acknowledged my presence without asking anything in return.

"Stop doing that, River," my mom reprimanded, her voice low with authority. "Other people might get the wrong idea."

"But you're not other people, Mrs. Miller." River's lips curved into a smirk. "I'm sure that you understand that this is a tradition I couldn't remove, not even when I'm in the States."

Mom sighed. 

She wanted to speak, but one warning glance from Dad and she immediately went silent, holding the cutlery as if her entire sanity was dependent on it.

As both of them stared at River with a mixture of annoyance and respect, River didn't even care. 

He even asked a maid for a plate and ate while he was being watched, as if he was already used to it.

"Why aren't you eating?" River asked me, his voice worried. "Is there a problem? Perhaps, don't you like the food?"

My eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought I'd let go of the cutlery I was holding. This is the first time someone asked me about my preferences.

I don't know what to feel. I don't know what I want, either. It didn't matter whether I was home or somewhere else. I feel like I don't have emotions or my entire life, at all.

At this point, I don't even know why Mia was keeping me as her best friend.

"I... I'm fine."

I almost stuttered, but thankfully, I didn't. For Dad, showing weakness is dangerous. He told me to be strong all the time. Not for me, but for them.

"Are you sure that you're fine eating those vegetables like you're a caged cow from a farm?" River frowned. "Because if you ask me, I'm not okay with that-"

"River."

My Dad's voice cut through his words.

"If she says she's fine, then that's it. Don't bother the woman and eat."

His words were authoritative, and there was a subtle anger in them. I felt the hairs stand on my skin, and Mom even flinched at the tone of my father's voice, too.

But River? He didn't give a damn.

"I'm not bothering her, Ricardo," River smirked. "I'm just asking about what she wants. Don't be pressed."

My hands clenched as I bit my lower lip. River might be acting lightly, his tone slightly teasing, yet the subtle movements in his body say otherwise.

His teeth clenching with his hands slightly twitching... River was more dangerous than everyone expected.

"I'm really fine," I told him, trying to stop the tension from filling the air. "I love vegetables."

I lied. I don't. But I don't want my parents to do the same thing they were doing to me on River, too. He's the only one who showed concern other than Mia.

I'll protect him in ways I know how.

For the first time, River smiled genuinely.

"If that's what you say, then I believe you."

My heart thumped rapidly upon hearing those words. At that moment, I became afraid that River would hear it because of how loud it was.

Thankfully, he didn't.

I'm sure that he could feel the disdain in my parents' gaze. They wanted him to leave... Because he didn't belong here.

Not at this table. Not in this house that thrived on my quiet obedience and silent suffering. Everything about him disrupted the balance my parents so carefully maintained. 

His presence felt like a challenge simply by existing. And I'm more than sure my parents were already aware of that.

"Your midterm grades arrived today," my father said suddenly, his voice cutting through the clinking of silverware. "Still acceptable. But I wanted a higher grade, child."

Acceptable.

Not good. Not impressive. Just acceptable... And he still wanted more. 

This isn't the first time it happened, yet it hurts every damn time. No matter what I do, it will never be enough for them.

"Yes, Dad," I replied automatically.

River's fork paused midair. He raised his head and looked at my Dad, as if he said something that irked him.

"If her grades are already acceptable, then why are you asking for more, Ricardo?" River asked lightly, yet his brows were furrowed. "What you're asking is something you can't even do yourself."

My eyes widened in mixed shock and disbelief. Did he just... tell my Dad that he didn't have high grades in college?

The table went still. Even Dad was astounded for a moment. Mom clenched her fists, wanting to include herself in the conversation, but she remained silent.

So am I.

This is the first time someone dared to defy my parents. Not even the Continental family did that, although they always indirectly exuded their authority.

"This is a family matter, River," said Dad, giving River a look that could stop someone from defying him. "I will appreciate it if you stop right now."

"And Serenity is also family,' River answered, not even hesitating or backing down. "That is why I'm trying to exercise her rights."

"Or... does that only apply when it's convenient?"

My chest tightened as I cleared my throat. I wanted to disappear.

I wanted to lash out at River because of what he was doing. I appreciate the gesture, but he's going too far, and once my parents were pissed. They'll lash it out on me.

That's something River couldn't see.

"This is the first time we've met, but wow, you're quite outspoken, Palmer," said Mom as she let out a soft laugh, the sound delicate yet controlled. "It must be a European thing."

"Or maybe, it's just honesty," he replied calmly.

I felt the pressure building in my chest. 

The air around me felt thicker, yet River didn't care. He even continued eating as if none of these fazed him at all.

Mom was about to argue, but Dad shook his head.

I don't know why, but I subtly feel that Dad was somehow afraid of River. Was it because of his influence in Europe? River is rich as hell, after all.

That made me wonder more. Why would he even go to the States if he was almost living like a noble prince there?

"Anyway, Serenity. I have another piece of news for you," Mom spoke to me, as if nothing had happened. "Hans Continental will be arriving next week."