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
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