Clare turned to me then, her eyes wide with faux surprise. "Oh! Sister, why are you wearing white? While white is pretty, don’t they say it’s best worn at funerals…? Ah! No, I mean, today is Daddy’s birthday so you should’ve worn something more festive."
I had been about to retort that this was the outfit that Shane had picked for me as a couple. However, when I turned around, I saw that he was wearing a blue suit and I froze.
Allam averted his eyes somewhat uncomfortably.
Just then, a commotion erupted outside. A bad feeling surged in my chest. Before I even got close, I could hear staff members arguing with the delivery workers.
"Let us in! These are the funeral wreaths ordered by Miss Samantha! Move aside!"
"No, I didn’t order them. This is my dad’s birthday banquet. You must have the wrong place," I denied.
"I recognize you, Miss Samantha!" the delivery man said. "It was you! You came to our shop yesterday, picked them out yourself and even insisted on getting the biggest ones! Look at you, you dressed in all white, are you really going to deny it?"
I furiously cut him off and ordered the staff to drive them away. However, when I turned back, I saw my father’s angry expression.