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"Can I have a round of applause for the future bride and groom? I mean, just look at them. Looking that good should be illegal," Harper states, pointing to James and I.

I looked down, trying my best to cover my embarrassed features with my champagne glass as I lightly pushed my face into James' chest.

"Especially Ronnie. She's hardworking and extremely modest about everything. She owns the city and looks like...like a model while doing it? I would look like a sea witch with all the stress-" she slurs and I walk forward against the laughs as I grab onto her wrist, giving a trying smile at the guests as I tug her off the small stage.

"Okay, that's enough for you-" I chuckle as I grab her glass,her smile broad as she wrapped her arm around my shoulders.

"I'm so happy for you. So happy for you both. So happy that I'm not even going to bug you to talk to James about the whole hero playbook at your own engagement party..."

I stiffen when I feel a hand on my waist, turning to look at an elated James.

"You apparently have some gifts to open, as told to me by a strict Emory."

I look behind him to see Emory shouting over the chatter of the guests and lively music. She looked crazed, her hair down for once, her chocolate colored strands striking the air as she moved her arms around at the guests.

I hid my smirk as I nodded, grabbing his hand and motioning him to take Harper.

"Get her some bread and water. She needs to sober up,ASAP." I say pointedly, gently patting his chest as I walked away from him and to Emory.

As I walked up,Emory shook her hands at me.

"Get these animals under control!"

-

The wedding is a week away.

I sat on the windowsill of my apartment, the phone pressed against my ear and I tapped my index finger against the glass of the window.

The answering machine picked up, for the millionth time. I sighed heavily, closing my eyes as I pinched the bridge of my nose and spoke in a defeated tone.

"Hey...it's me,again. You know, I've been thinking about everything,since Applied Sciences. I'm starting to rethink the whole thing; you being alive. Lucius said it's highly possible but I find it hard to believe when you can't even answer your fucking phone to speak to your only daughter. I'm getting married, dad. I don't know if that means anything to you but it would be nice to hear a 'congrats' or 'I'm happy for you' even if you couldn't come. I just-"

I shake my head as I intake a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"...I've been under pressure a lot lately and finding out that you could potentially be alive is both defeating and enthralling news. It just pisses me off because I know, I just know that you're alive. That you're on some fancy fucking island living the days through with Selina Kyle. It's a bit unnerving,you know? Having that gut feeling that your father doesn't want to talk to you but is living his life away with some theif. To each their own,I guess,right? Yeah, I think so."

I end the call abruptly and throw my cell phone onto the bed as I looked out of the window, trying my best to keep my tears from spilling. I know he's alive, I've spoken to Alfred and he's indirectly stated the truth. I don't understand why my father would want to stay away from me. In his only child, his daughter.

I stand when I hear the door open and the voice of my fiancé, wiping my face quickly before faking a smile.

His giddy features fade when we sees me, the bags in his hands dropping as he shuffled over to me, his hands gently careening to rest on my face.