Avery didn’t really care about her father getting married to Eloise; he already married her in secret. What’s the point of a few thousand people finding out about it? But why does the idea, which had ceased to bother her years ago, suddenly make her uncomfortable now? Is she still not over it?
Avery wondered as she anxiously shook her crossed leg against the sofa she was seated in under the hut in the garden, a small relaxation spot she often used before she got uncomfortable with Eloise’s parading around the house and moved out.
Avery had her laptop placed in front of her on the glass table while holding physical files to match the reports from work but quickly got distracted at the thought of Ian angrily walking out on their father after his announcement.
It’s weird that his actions
