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Mum set her eyes on him in an accusatory glare. "You're just as condescending as your mother."

"Don't speak to my son like that,” Yasmin warned Mum.

"I can't believe I thought you would be a good match for my daughter,” Mum snorted, ignoring Yasmin. "I don’t know why I was so blindsided by it all before, but I know better now. Saffron deserves so much better than you."

"You say that as if your daughter is worthy of my son,” Yasmin snorted. “I’ll have you know that he’ll be making Director soon,” she added haughtily, evidently very proud of her son. Perhaps, too proud. "I doubt Saffron will ever make Director, and my son deserves better than that."

Both mine and Cedric's eyebrows furrowed together as we turned to stare at each other with questioning looks. What was going on here? One moment they were giving us heat for not getting together, and the next, they were going on about what a terrible couple we would make.

How did they switch so fast?

Where had all of this come from? Since when did our parents care all that much about our positions at work? And since when did we suddenly become not worthy of each other?

"How dare you speak about my daughter in the way!" Dad slammed his fist on the table, rattling a few plates in the process, before jumping up to his feet. "I refuse to sit around and have my family disrespected like this." He paused to send a sharp glare to his golf partners before he turned to Mum and his gaze softened. "Come on, Clarke. We don’t need to sit here and put up with this. Let's get out of here."

Mum nodded and gestured for him to go ahead.

She turned to Yasmin and Alfie. “I can't believe I've put up with you for so long.” Mum rolled her eyes, a nasty expression on her face as she moved to stand up and follow Dad. "And if it wasn't clear already, there's no way we're playing golf with you tomorrow. I’d rather be disqualified than play with the two of you."

"We don't need you! We'll find ourselves a new team! You're terrible at golf anyway!” Yasmin stormed off in the opposite direction.

"Your parents sure a nasty piece of work, Saffron." Alfie pursed his lips, a mixed expression on his face before finally, he gave in and left the restaurant as well.

A moment of silence filled the table as we alternated between gaping at each other and staring at the four empty chairs around the table.

"What the fuck just happened?" I blinked in shock, my lips parted in disbelief.

ChapterThirty-Two

"What the fuck just happened? I can't believe what I've just witnessed!" Cillian gaped in shock, but it wasn't enough to deter him from stealing the chicken breast off Alfie’s plate. "Why did they go for each other's throat like that?”

I shook my head in disbelief, dropping my fork as my appetite had suddenly disappeared. “Me neither, but they can't be serious, right?" I asked, my stare frantic as I turned to Cedric. "They have to compete in the golf competition tomorrow. They've been working too hard to give up now.”

"I'm not sure that's going to happen anymore,” Cedric groaned, his expression just as bewildered as mine. “They honestly made a mountain out of a molehill.”

"It came out of nowhere,” Cillian agreed, now reaching over to swipe the lamb chops off Dad's plate.

"I don't even know what they were arguing about," I said, still struggling to process what had happened.

"Me neither," Cedric murmured back.

"What are we going to do?" Cillian asked, glancing between us.

"We need to get them back together!" I spoke with the utmost conviction, and before they could voice their agreements, our reduced party of three suddenly became seven again.

But it wasn’t our parents that had returned.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen," Barry Wheeler laughed.

“Oh, it’s you again,” I huffed and rolled my eyes, far from a fan of the Wheeler-Jones, our parents' opposition for tomorrow. I had the pleasure of meeting the Wheeler-Jones once before, and they had been just as insufferable and obnoxious then. Seeing them put me in a worse mood than I was already in. As if we didn’t have enough problems to deal with.

I hoped they wouldn’t make it into the finals, but that had been wishful thinking. They were here for a hat trick, and there was no way they were going to let their winning title slip through their fingers without putting up a fight.

“We heard rumours that your parents have split up and won’t be playing tomorrow. Is that true?” Sarah Jones asked with an eager, excited grin on her face. It infuriated me even more than I already was.

"That must be so terrible for you," Jenny Wheeler frowned, pretending to care. "Whatever are you going to do?"

"Our parents haven't split up," Cedric denied with a determined look on his face.

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