Thirteen • Bad Memories

•Heather•

"Yes. Diane is doing well," my father answered calmly.

"Is that so?" Benjamin asked slowly. "Heather told me that she was sick so, she couldn't attend the wedding."

My father looked at me briefly and a cold shiver ran down my spine. "That's true. Heather did offer to be in her place and since it was better than nothing, we agreed. We apologize if this offends you."

I dropped my gaze to my plate and my hands began to tremble under the table. What was Benjamin doing?

"It doesn't offend me. I would have appreciated a warning though." Benjamin put down his fork and leaned back into his chair. "I was surprised when I noticed that she wasn't the woman I met."

"We promised your family a daughter from our household so, we figured that you wouldn't mind," my mother defended.

"If that was the case then I should have met them both. I recently realized how intelligent my Queen is and I didn't expect her to be so fond of paperwork."

"I apologize for her nonsense. She has a