Chapter 382: Celebratory Dinner Disaster

We drove into the city to some swanky restaurant with a name I couldn't pronounce, mostly because all of the restaurants in Keene Valley were packed.

When we arrived, Dad pulled me aside as everyone else headed inside. "I'm proud of you, Chloe," he said.

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from crying. My father rarely said things like that to me, but when he did, it was like an instant "on" button for my tear ducts.

"Thank you," I said and cleared my throat. "I've been wanting to ask you… Would you be okay if Uncle Dean walked me down the aisle, too? I want both of you to do it."

I shifted on my feet, suddenly nervous. I'd meant to ask him this months ago, but I either forgot or became sidetracked whenever I was on the phone with him. But I couldn't put it off any longer.

"It's your wedding," he said. "If that's what you want, then that's all that matters."

I scrunched up my face. Why did he sound displeased with the idea?