“No, Dad.” Rose jumped in before her father could hang up. “There’s something I need to do. I was only telling you so you’d know there won’t be a wedding.” The second the words left her mouth she winced, realizing how they landed. Her dad knew exactly how hard she’d fought for this relationship.He’d warned her about Cruz more than once, and after all the times she’d defended the guy, hearing there wouldn’t be a wedding would only send him into full-on worry mode. “There will be a wedding,” she corrected quickly, throat tight, “just not the way you’re picturing. I want to go stay with Mom for a while.” She already knew that would cut him deep. Frederick had never remarried divorcing her mother, Cassie. He had Giselle, a sweet woman who had a kid of her own, but they’d never gotten past the engagement stage.Rose had always been his little girl, and now, right when she needed him most, she was putting distance between them. But she couldn’t stay in Chicago, not with Cruz here. Not
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