Anna.
I feel like my life is spiraling out of control. I have no say in anything anymore, and right now, it's really pissing me off. This morning, my grandfather called to let me know that Harry has pushed to move the wedding up. He wants us married within the next two weeks. Has he f*****g lost his mind?
What irritates me is he knows where I live; he could have come and spoken to me directly. Instead, he got my family involved. Aren't we supposed to be a unit that discusses these things together?
That’s why I need to meet with Harry—I need to regain some control over my life. I'm not going to allow him to decide this on his own or demand I marry him sooner rather than later. What’s the rush anyway?
I know what the rush is. He’s worried about Jack, but there’s nothing to be concerned a
