Claire’s Pov
The phone was finally picked up on the second ring, and I heard my best friend's voice. "It's me, Claire," I said into the phone, my voice tinged with hesitation.
“Claire!” Charlotte's voice crackled with a mixture of shock and excitement.
“Charlotte, I don't have much ti--” I started, but my father's voice abruptly cut through, seizing the phone from Charlotte as soon as he heard me.
“Claire?” His voice trembled with astonishment.
“Yes, Dad, it's me,” I responded, tears glistening in my eyes.
“Princess, where have you been? You vanished so suddenly. Are you alright? Did you leave because you were unsure about the wedding?” My father's questions poured forth, his concern palpable.
“I'm... I'm fine, Dad. Everything happened so quickly, but I promise I'm fine. Please, don
