Capitolo XVII

By dinner time, I emerged down the stairs wearing a white accordion skirt, a sleeveless top with a scoop neckline and a pair of neutral pumps. The top exposed the bullet scar my father gave me and a few healing ones from my lovely trip to Mexico. For whatever reason, I wasn't embarrassed to show the battle scars all over my forearms. In fact, tonight might just be the first time that I felt this confident since the incident.

Lucas wasn't on the table when I arrived in the dining room, so I decided to wait for him while I'm sending out the invitations from Theresa. In a span of a few hours, Theresa and I had planned almost half of the event. She was good, I'll give her that. The florist will arrive tomorrow morning and the organizer will check the venue in the afternoon. It was just quick work, which was why I didn’t understand why others needed months to do it. Perhaps they don't have Theresa with th