We had set up a dinner at our house and invited my family and a few of our close friends. We were going to tell them about the engagement, so we lied and said we were celebrating our anniversary. My mother thought it was odd that we were throwing ourselves an anniversary party, but no one else seemed to give it a second thought.
“Are you nervous?” I asked Keira while we were both in the kitchen, grabbing the dinner. Our guests were in the dining room, making small talk with each other as they waited.
“Extremely. Especially because I should have asked your dad for his blessing. Ugh, why am I so impulsive?” She was freaking out.
“This isn’t the olden days. It’s common to not get the father’s blessing. And he won’t mind,” I tried calming her nerves. “He will just be happy for us.”
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