Chapter One Hundred and Forty Eight

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Eight

Annabelle _

“Dad, What's with the invitation card I'm just seeing?” I called my Dad after Brooklyn and I got home

I didn't want to call him on the road because I was upset and I didn't want to say anything I had not thoroughly processed.

“I had been expecting you to visit me all these days. Why are you just calling me now? Weren't you the one that agreed with Henry for the wedding date?” I was pacing around the room before I heard what my dad said.

On hearing that, I paused and said, “Oh I see. So you were not the one who picked a date right?”

“I mean, Henry came to me and said you both had made up your mind but you were not sure which date to pick so he gave me dates and asked me to choose which I think was suitable. I don't know why you seem to be surprised about the invitation letter.”

I realized the plan was fully Henry's and to a good extent, I was happy about that because I could now fight and refuse it. I knew my dad would not agre