Garden of Whitney

Chapter 2.

"Are you in agreement that they were miscreants?" The realisation made Jane giggle, and my cheeks turned hot with embarrassment.Even though I hadn't brought any lovely guys up until now, I wasn't going to concede this debate.

They were not miscreants, I mean. I scowled at Dad.

Dad said with assurance, "Of course they were. Each of those boys was, and none of them had good intentions.

The problem is that I didn't want the well-meaning intentions.

Why do you interfere with my relationships so much, huh? I have the freedom to pick who I want to date because I'm twenty.

Of course you do, but I retain the right to step in if you regularly select the least desirable option.

Dad and his reasoning—damn!

I was stuck for words and let out a defeated gesture as I stood there.

Dad stood up from his seat and said, "Well then, I suppose that concludes our little disagreement for today." Now, my dear daughter and my fiance, how about we forget the concept of packing me in a bag and concentrate on really packing our things for the trip? Early departure is required for the flight.

"By the way, when is our flight?" Jane interrupted.

He looked at his watch, "We have to be at the airport before 9 pm." Therefore, we should start preparing.

The flight can't be delayed, right? We just got back from shopping," I said, raising my arms slackly in the air.

He gave a headshake. "Nope. The mansion needs to be ready for the arriving guests. They will start to arrive tomorrow.

"I guess there is no rest for the weary?"

Dad gave a hesitant "probably not," adding, "And the destination wedding was your plan so you can't blame me."

"Ugh! You are very vicious. I sighed and cupped my face in my palms.

Saying "thank you," He smiled at me and left the room while still grinning.

Jane reassured me, "Don't worry, once we get to the mansion, I'll figure something out," and her words gave me a ray of optimism. "You won't need to move a muscle."

Saying, "I love you, I love you, I love you!" I cried out and threw myself into her arms. She replied with a chuckle.She joked, "I love you too, now get dressed before your dad's demon side comes up.

I chuckled and said, "You're absolutely right," before scurrying into the wardrobe to begin getting ready for the voyage ahead. Whitney.

Through the window, the warm rays of the early morning sun entered the space, waking me from my sleep. My eyes immediately closed again in protest at the obtrusive light once I finally forced them to open against their will.

I sighed in frustration and hid my face in the pillow in an effort to fend off the unpleasant dawn.

Mornings. Ugh! I hated them with all my heart.

even more than my monthly cycle.

I finally forced myself out of bed with a groan, consciously turning away from the glaring sun as I stumbled towards the restroom. I washed my teeth slowly as usual in an effort to put off the morning's arrival.

I took a shower and, as usual, brushed my teeth slowly. I took care to remove any signs of sleep because I didn't want to run the risk of looking like a ghost in front of uncertain potential guests.

Even though the meeting had primarily been planned among family members, I had a vague memory of my father indicating that some of his acquaintances had also been invited.

I invited some of my pals who planned to arrive the day before the wedding.

I blew-dried my hair, put on a loose spaghetti-strap tank top and shorts, and left the room. No visitors had yet come since the mansion appeared unnaturally quiet. However, as I moved towards the kitchen, I couldn't help but overhear bits of Dad and Jane's talk as their voices resounded throughout the quiet home.

I smiled and said, "Good morning, lovebirds," as my eyes landed on Dad and Jane.Dad was acting as the head cook today while Jane was sat at the breakfast bar.

They all echoed, "Good morning to you too, sweetheart."

So, Mr. Chef Po, what's on the menu? I jokingly questioned as I drew nearer to them and stole a glimpse at the pan.

Dad answered with a note of self-deprecating humour in his voice, "Pasta, apparently it's the only thing I know how to cook well." Jane and I both let out a tiny chuckle at this comment."Well, that's not at all an issue. I chuckled and gave him a side hug, telling him, "You're still the finest.

Finally, you're coming clean about it, huh? Dad smiled as he embraced me again and gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead.

I chuckled, "I've never denied it, though. By the way, I apologise for making a joke about putting you in a bag the other day. Really, I didn't mean it. He laughed softly as I kissed his cheek, and then did the same for me by kissing my left cheek.

He fluffed my hair and said, "I know, you're still too young to do something like that.

My eyes went to look at her as I laughed once more, and I felt a tear come to my throat.

No one adores me.She spoke in a dramatic manner, turning her back on me as if to hint at her disdain. Her lips had developed a tiny scowl, which I could see.

I strolled over to Jane with a smile on my face, unable to pass up the chance to torment her. Oh, drama queen, come here. I embraced her and kissed her on the cheek while laughing.

She attempted to keep a neutral appearance, but eventually a smile crept across her lips, and she gave me a hug in return.

"You call me a drama queen and show Dad all your love, huh? Jane jokingly objected, shaking her head in mock amazement, "That's not fair, Ann. I remarked, "He's a little childlike, you know, needs affection," and she started giggling.

Dad, who is usually a master at playing the situation, threatened in jest, "Remember, little lady, that's definitely going to affect your allowance."