CHAPTER 905. RULE #1. A Bad Joke

Mariel looked at herself in the mirror and spun around one last time, making sure her dress was in perfect condition. She had chosen something simple yet elegant, with lace details that added a touch of sophistication without losing the sweetness that always seemed to accompany her. She took a deep breath, gave her reflection one last smile, and stepped out of the dressing room, ready to meet her father-in-law.

Leon was waiting outside, his expression a mix of pride and nervousness.

"You look perfect. Very modest, just the way my parents like it. Ready?" he asked, offering his arm.

"Of course not, and neither are you," she replied, taking his arm firmly. "Any advice?"

"Just… take a deep breath," he joked, "and don’t pay attention to anything they say. They have no filter, no tact, nothing."

"Got it."

With a knowing smile, Mariel nodded, and together they walked toward the main dining room, where the double doors were already open. As they entered, her