Samantha's pov
I was worried about the way things were. I didn't even know how so start. My heart drummed, and I tried my best to remain calm, but I over reacted, grabbing the thermometer.
"So you aren't sick? All the things I heard were lies? Why would you do this?!" He asked,and I frowned. My mind was raging now, and I gritted my teeth in anger.
"Are you seriously asking me that?" I yelled. "Now I'm convinced that there's something wrong with you. I thought you were supposed to be my dad. You were supposed to be there for me, and you were supposed to fight for me, but you're doing the opposite."
"Why are you trying to hold back the wedding?" He asked, and was still in shock. Maybe he didn't expect me to be so smart in other to make something like this possible.
"Can you just cut
