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“Merry Christmas, Dad,” I reply, trying to ease into the conversation. “I hope you’re having a good day. I, uh, wanted to talk to you about something important.”

“Alright, but make it quick. We’re about to head for lunch. What’s on your mind?” he responds, a hint of annoyance still in his voice.

“Dad, we need to withdraw our acceptance to the Goschen ball,” I say quickly, unable to keep the urgency out of my voice.

“What? Why?” His tone is sharp, bordering on incredulous.

“I’m sure we have another family gathering we can’t miss,” I say, hoping it sounds convincing enough.

“Nonsense, Johan. This is a major event. Everyone will be there. You need to be there, as Astrid’s fiancé.”

“Dad, I don’t feel capable of doing this.”

His voice hardens, each word like a blow. “You better find the will if you don’t want me to tell everyone where you spent Christmas.”

My heart stops. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean, Johan. Look, I don’t care as long as Astrid believes you’re here, but you will be present for this masquerade ball. No more excuses.”

I hang up, my hands shaking in despair. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I bury my face in my hands, the exhaustion and frustration washing over me like a tidal wave. The ache in my chest deepens as I think of Hannah’s family—so kind, so supportive. And Margaret, with her ever-watchful eyes, fiercely protective of her grandchildren. Why couldn’t I have a family like that? Why did I end up with a dad who sees me as nothing more than a pawn in his game? Why is everyone so quick to throw me to the wolves to save their own skin?

Feeling a gnawing sense of hopelessness, I dial Conrad’s number. The phone rings three times before his cheerful voice breaks through the silence. “What’s up, man? Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Conrad,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. “How’s the day going?”

“Pretty good, just finished a huge meal. How about you?”

“Yeah, same here,” I say, the lie rolling off my tongue. My shoulders slump as I take a deep breath. “Listen, are you going to the masquerade ball at the Goschens’?”

“Yeah, my parents received the invite, so there’s that.” He pauses, and I can almost hear the gears turning in his head. “Why?”

“I don’t want to go, man. I don’t want to be shown off as a shiny object on Astrid’s arm.”

He sighs, a mixture of sympathy and resignation in his voice. “Ha, yes, but I’m afraid you’re gonna have to.”

Then there’s only one option left. My mind mulls over the delicate question I need to ask.

“It’s a masquerade ball,” I begin slowly, choosing my words with care. “You might need a plus one. Would you mind taking Hannah?” My voice is tinged with desperation, the plea almost a whisper.

Conrad’s answer cut right through my heart, though. “I already have a plus one. I’m sorry.”

I let out a heavy sigh, feeling the hopelessness tighten its grip. “I understand.”

A small pause follows, filled with an oppressive silence that seems to stretch on for eternity. Finally, Conrad breaks the stillness. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

He takes a second more than usual before asking his question. “Are you seriously considering missing it?”

“I am.” The admission feels like a release, yet it only heightens my anxiety.

“Wow.” He heaves a long sigh filled with disapproval. “I mean, you do you, but be ready to face the consequences too.”

I take another deep breath, attempting to steady myself. “I know. My own dad just threatened me. The situation seems pretty hopeless. Hannah is going to be heartbroken.”

“It’s not an easy situation.” His answer is laced with sympathy. “Good luck, mate.”

“Thanks. See you soon. Merry Christmas, and give my regards to your family.”

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