Amelia
“So, what am I hearing about you getting married?”
“It's nothing.”
“Didn't seem like nothing when I heard about it.” Becca smiled, preparing herself for a full gist.
“I just got engaged and the wedding didn't go through.”
She tilted her head to the side, observing my reactions.
“You didn't want the marriage?”
“No. Dad arranged it for me.”
“Of Course he did, he never stops.”
“Yeah.”
“You know, that's not my problem.”
A knock on the door startled us as we heard our father's voice from the end of the door.
“We will be right out Dad,” I shouted in response.
“Come on.”
We both went downstairs to meet my father. Evans sat down on the chair across from my dad, a magazine in his hand. How does he look sexy from reading? I've been trying to avoid him after the fingeri
