Adrianna's POV

How dare she? How dare my baby sister call me and lie to me? Father didn't want me back, he said it himself that I wasn't his daughter anymore and if he was going to play that game, he wasn't going to be my father anymore.

So no, I'm not going. I'm not a part of that family anymore so it would be like having a stranger in the house. I can't go. I couldn't stop thinking about it as I laid down on my baby blue sheets and embroidered blanket that my sweet landlady gave me.

"Adrianna Antheia Mills, you are going to that wedding even if I have to drag you there myself," One part of me was saying while the other part was saying, " Don't listen to that goody two shoes, you don't owe your sister anything, she hasn't contacted you in 8 years and your father hates you. Why would you go back to a house where no one loves you. Gosh, you're stupid."

Then out of anger, frustration, confusion, and sheer wrath, I grabbed a pillow, pulled it to my face and let out a loud, muffled scream. It must have been louder than I expected because Maude, my landlady, knocked on the door and said in her elderly British accent, " Aislyn dearest, are you alright."

I responded in my fakest happy tone, " Yes Mrs. Baxter, I'm fine. Thank you." Her shaky hand then knocked on the door and she said, " May I offer you a cup of tea? I feel like it solves any trouble."

Maude was the sweetest, in a way, she reminded me of my mother. Even on her darkest days, she managed to smile for her husband and children.

I opened the warm yellow door and wiped my tears as Maude grabbed my olive-skinned hand and led me into her parlor at her bed and breakfast where I live.

She sat me down near a warm fire, handing me a nice cup of Lavender tea and said, " Tell me, dearest, what seems to be troubling you and don't tell me nothing. I will not judge, in this bed and breakfast, I have heard many stories and I will not judge whatever it is you have to say."

I sighed and placed my delicate hand over her shaky, wrinkled one and I told her everything that was happening, trying my best not to complain. Maude's gray eyes looked at my onyx ones with sympathy as I told her about my mother, Aedan, my father, Carla, and that more than anything, I wanted to be loved. I wanted my brother back but for now, all I had to was wait and all I can say is, when Kila offers her cold, pale hand to mine, I will gladly take it if it meant seeing my loved ones again. She was a werewolf too and I felt safe telling her this.

Maude looked at me again and said, " I don't believe you have much of a choice in this situation. You can't mend a wound unless you stop the bleeding first. I think you and your father have been bleeding so much that you almost forgot the wound was there. Rebellion comes with a great cost child and if you don't try to heal your wounds with him now, you may never get the opportunity to do so ever again and you will have to live with that decision for the rest of your life. About your sister, she is your family, she is blood and you can't turn your back on her when she needs you most. I know it seems hard but when the wedding is over, your sister will be happily married, you and your father will make up, and you, can come back to England and live a happy life and you will find yourself a fella as well."

I tried my best not to snort, " Mrs. Baxter, even if my sister is happily married, there isn't a person alive who would want to be with me, my sister always was the beautiful one and I was the rebellious one of my family. Who in their right mind would want to be with me? No man can tame me. None."

She shook her head, " Ah but that is what I said but I had my husband with me for 32 years and we fell more and more in love every day." I sighed, " The difference is, people like you. No one likes me."

After I said that, she pulled out her computer and handed it to me saying, " You decide if you wish to see your family but in my eyes, it sounds like you need them as much as they need you." She was right, Carla is my sister and this is her wedding and it's not that far from now. Also, when I come back, I can just live out the rest of my life normally.

So, I went online and bought the plan tickets for back home and now, all I had to do was wait.

The waiting seem to take forever, the days passed by slowly and it seemed like the hands on the clock were slowly torturing me as if to say, " Don't go!"

Slowly but surely though, Tuesday came and I found myself clutching my brown leather suitcase, taking every muscle in body to not turn back around and climb back into bed. With determination, I made myself go forward, the same words repeating in my head, " This is really going to be a terrible Tuesday."