MIKA
Channing pulls into my driveway, the car coming to a smooth stop, and my hands rest on my lap, my fingers lightly tracing the edges of my engagement ring as thoughts of my father continue to flood my mind.
"You okay?" Channing's voice is soft and concerned as he turns to face me, and I force a small smile. “I’m okay.” He doesn't buy it, and his hand reaches out, gently tilting my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"Talk to me," he says, and I exhale slowly, gathering my words. "It's... my father." Channing frowns slightly but doesn’t interrupt. “I’m the first daughter to get engaged,” I explain. "My sisters never married, and I know how much it would mean to my father if you asked for my hand before we made the announcement."
I pause, chewing on my bottom lip. "But I also kn
