Chapter 15

"What kind of guy doesn't want to meet the bride's own family? "Hunter questions in a humorous tone.

I sigh, deliberating whether it is worth defending my ex-fiancé for a stranger, or if I can agree with all the previous fifteen times in which he had made it very clear that Dean is, without a shadow of a doubt, a jerk.

"Anyone who knows that his fiancée's family relationship has always been very complicated," I answer.

Hunter remains with his deeply questioning look, taking turns between studying my face and the clarity of the moonlight gushing from his window.

"Even so, it's strange. Did your parents never wonder why they didn't receive a photo or anything that proved the existence of a guy?”

I shake my head negatively.

"Dean and I have always been a lot... Reserved. We didn't have social networks to share our photos, we didn't go out together so often, and we didn't even worry about using engagement rings or anything like that.”

"Oh, yes, reserve