Chapter Eighty -one

Chapter Eighty -one

Annabelle _

Everywhere seemed so loud. Glass cups were clattering here and there, men laughing, and several prestigious people were gathered at my dad's home. I would have preferred he threw the party somewhere else.

“Annabelle, you're late,” Prisca yelled from afar to me as I walked into the sitting room.

“Ohh, shit. She? What's she doing here m” I grumbled in my mind but wore a smile as she approached me.

“You've always been late to parties since I ever knew you. It's more like you don't like gatherings but you're always forced to attend anyway.” She kept talking to me and I was not interested in hearing whatever it was she had to say but yet again, I just had to listen with a smile, using my eyes to scan for my father.

Finally, I saw him. Talking to one of the wealthiest men in the country, Sir Mackenzie.

“Excuse me for a minute,” I walked out on her without waiting for a response and walked to my father, joining the conversation he was having with Sir