“ But I want to attend tonight's dinner party,” I pleaded with him.

Wearing a look of disapproval, he shook his head.

I felt like a teen again. But differently. I have an actual dad now.

“ I don't want it to seem like I'm on the run.”

“ Hazel—”

" If I leave, my sister's narrative about me will take root. I have to go.”

He heaved a deep sigh and grunted. “ A night it is, but I'm going with you.”

“ I was going to ask,” I giggled. “ Thank you."

I took my time ...