Shadow

A day might've passed, or a week. Uriel trudged down the stairs and wormed his way into the dining room.

"Ah, good to see you, Uriel," his mother blandly muttered in a forged sophisticated tone, setting a plate of king prawns and carbonara against the firm table. Bowing lightly to his mother, he sat down alone, forking a prawn. "Don't eat too much, we will be visiting the Kwons for dinner."

"Hm, what for?"

"Marriage to their eldest daughter."

He inhaled his water far too sharply, causing tiny sprinkles of it to dot around his mouth. "Pardon, what? Again, already? I thought we're meeting them later. I'm not getting married, I just barely turned nineteen!"

"Remember who you're raising your voice at, boy. Do not forget who raised you. We are going, and that is final. Should you wish to object, then leave this household and all the items we purchased for you," she