CLEO’S POV
The moment I stepped through the front door after a fairly eventful day at school, I was welcomed by my dad’s presence in the living room.
“You’re back,” he said, immediately rising to his feet from the sofa he was seated on. “I was waiting for you to get back.”
“Oh, why?” I asked him, staring at him as I tried to guess what he could have to say. “Do you have something to say to me?”
“Yes,” he nodded and walked towards me. “I wanted to invite you and also extend Beatrice’s invitation to you. She got a sort of promotion at work and would be throwing a dinner party to celebrate. So we’re invited us and particularly wants you there.”
“Oh,” I tried to act surprised. “The party. I’ll be attending it too.”
“You don’t seem surprised,” he however quickly caught on as he peered at
