“Right” Phil laughed as he walked in “Because I’m the one who always lose control of my emotions”
“And here we go.” Amanda huffed and rolled her eyes.
“I’ll make my visit short, if that is better for you, I know when I’m not welcomed” He glanced at the table and saw a glass. He didn’t give it too much importance and sat down in a chair “Look, Amanda…I really want you to go to my wedding, it would mean a lot to me if I had my daughter next to me that day. Is that really too much to ask?”
“Your fiancee needs to apologize to me before anything.” Amanda spoke.
“She will” Phil looked at her again “She wants to get along with you…Are you willing to try at least?…or is your hate bigger than your love for your father?”
Amanda sighed. “Dad…please don’t guilt me…” She held her head in her hands. “Okay, fine. Fine.”