Chapter 11-20

Chapter 11
After dinner, Tiffany diligently massaged her father’s shoulders, the picture of a filial daughter.

Charlie, however, wasn’t buying it. He burst into laughter and asked, “Alright, spill it, kiddo. What are you cooking up this time?”

In Charlie’s mind, whenever Tiffany acted overly sweet, it was a sure sign she wanted something from him.

His daughter had always been clever and cunning, except when it came to matters of the heart. Then, her intelligence seemed to vanish, replaced by blind, stubborn infatuation.

Tiffany rubbed her nose sheepishly. Her dad’s intuition was spot on; she did have something to say.

“Dad, can we visit the Harpers tomorrow?” she asked tentatively.

Charlie’s mood soured instantly. “What for? You’re so eager to run off to their place You’ll end up there soon enough when you marry into their family. Why the rush?”