Keira's POV
My heart skipped twice and I could hear it's beat beating real hard against my chest. I finished up with my dressing and found my way downstairs where Dad was busy setting the table. The thought of him being the owner of the lifeless body in my dream stung me in the heart and I couldn't help but ask how few questions.
"Hi dad, do you know the direction to the venue of our party?" - I asked, keenly observing his response and reaction.
"Am I invited?"
"No daddy, it's just a random question...you know"
"Well...I don't. I'd suggest you consult the invitation card given to you"
"Or better still, get your phone and ask your colleagues on your group chat" - he added.
"Definitely daddy, I'll do just that right away"
Yes, I knew it. Dreams are just meant to be stupid and funny.
