Avery’s P.O.V.
“I don’t understand why he wants to meet me. It’s not like that he will be able to convince me to be with Sebastian.” I muttered annoyingly while biting my toast. It was Sunday, and I was at the breakfast table with my family and Victoria.
“Why are you so worked up, love? It’s just a meeting and it’s not like you don’t know Victor.” Dad comforted me, and I pouted while tilting my head towards him. His eyes once again lingered all around my face, trying to find the familiarity, but I didn’t see any disappointment this time. I knew that they were still having a hard time accepting my new face which belonged to someone else, not me. Still, I was his daughter and I was glad that change in my face didn’t change his love for me.
“Yeah…. Right… he is more rational than Sebastian
