Ugh, somebody please tell Amelia this is a wedding not some cheap bar down the street where noise is a requirement.
"That's my daughter!" She yells from her seat, waving at Briana.
Of course, the crowd awws at the gesture. To them, it's a mother being supportive and happy that her daughter is finally getting married, but to us who know what's going on, it's a declaration of a win she and her brat just scooped from me.
I wince when she starts clapping again for no reason, but the crowd gives her a backup and they start clapping too. I'm starting to wonder whether this is a wedding or—Why is my Dad waving at me? Wait, he's saying something.
I squint my eyes at his lips and read out the words:
"Wanna step out for a bit?"
"Sure, why not," I mouth back at him.
I'd rather be stuck with his chameleon ass than with his loud wife who doesn't seem to know what the word restraint means.
