My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 1 Destination

Evelyn

"You have no right to look this beautiful, Clara," I couldn't help my excitement, "Dad will faint if he sees you in this on the wedding night!"

Currently, Clara, my dad's fiance, was looking through the shopping we'd done since the morning, it was nearly evening when we'd returned to our house.

"Evelyn, you have a way with words," Clara chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She sifted through the shopping bags, her fingers grazing the fabric of the black lacy nightwear she had pulled out, "Seriously though, how about this one?" she asked, holding it up for me to see.

"Well damn! You're surely going to look like a whole damn meal," My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but let out a whistle.

"You and your dad have a similar way of giving compliments, no wonder why he is so fond of you-- you are just like him," Clara burst into laughter, her infectious joy filling the room. She playfully slapped my shoulder, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Whatever you say, after a few years of marriage, I want a sibling. Do you get that?"

Clara's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and she let out a gasp, clearly caught off guard by my comment. "Evelyn..."

Noticing her furious blush I burst into a fit of laughter. Clara and I had developed a close bond from the beginning. After my parent's divorce, I hadn't seen my dad as happy with anyone until Clara came into our lives. She was genuinely kind-hearted and a better person than my mom, who had left my dad in his most vulnerable moment when he needed her the most-a business loss that led her to abandon him and

me.

Amidst my laughter, I pulled Clara into a tight hug. "I love you, cutie pie."

"I love you too, Evie, "A smile softened on her lips as she hugged me back, "Thank you so much for accepting me in your and dad's life, it really means the whole world to me." She sniffled. Knowing Clara for years, I was aware of her tendency to become emotional even at the smallest things. And at that moment, she was having one of those heartfelt moments again. "So, you're unlocking the waterfalls again, huh?" I teased, a playful grin on my face.

A chuckle escaped her lips, and she nodded. "No, I am not," She smiled through her tears and looked at me before wiping away the moisture that had gathered in her eyes. "No sermons today, my soon-to-be mother," I interjected, a rebellious edge to my voice,

"How many times do I need to tell you that you don't need to thank me for anything? Clara, you're the epitome of perfection for Dad. A thousand times better than my selfish mother, of course." "Don't speak that way, Evie," she pleaded. "Remember, she's still your mother."

the bed, heedless of the mound of clothes struggling beneath my

"But, Evie..."

arrange that there'd be a whole lot of hot guys for me

She rolled her eyes causing me to burst into a fit of laughter. She was right,

we just pack Dad up in a suitcase and ship him off for a few days so that I have some freedom

doubt your dad would fit into any suitcase," she

warning, Dad strolled into the room, catching both Clara and me

here, ladies?" Dad inquired, his impeccable timing never

showing up at

luck, oh

to mask the obviousness of our prior conversation with a forced laugh. Yet, his expression betrayed what he

were discussing," he said, crossing his arms defiantly. Behind her hand, I could see Clara struggling

her brain into action, and she quickly chimed in, "Samuel, it's not appropriate to eavesdrop on our conversation. It's downright...um..." She searched for the right word, "disgraceful, to

sofa nestled in the corner of my room. "And I must say, it's incredibly considerate of you two to discuss the logistics of packing me into a

came out. She

my dates!" I

decent guys instead of little rascals," Dad shot back without missing

burnt red in embarrassment at the realisation, well...I didn't actually bring any nice guy till now but that doesn't mean

they were not rascals!"

of

I didn't

do you always meddle in my relationships, huh? I'm twenty, and I have the

you consistently choose the worst among

Dad and

was left tongue-tied at my place and I found myself heaving out