Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 322

Lydia POV

“I don’t even know, fr, Anna. But what I do know is that I’m not inviting Iny.”

Anna’s expression settled into something more serious. “Okay.”

“I know she’s my younger sister, and I know she has apologised for the things she did. I’m not pretending she hasn’t. I heard her out, and I appreciate that she acknowledged her mistakes, but…” I paused, trying to find the right words. “I’m just not in that space yet, Anna. I don’t want to bring her near my newfound happiness, my kids, or my wedding day and then spend the entire time wondering if I’ve made a mistake. I’ve worked too hard to get to this point. I want to enjoy my wedding without carrying the weight of all that history around with me. And if not inviting her is what I need to do to protect my peace, then that’s what I’ll do. I’m not going to feel guilty about it.”

Anna nodded slowly. “Hmm. Fair, fair.”

“I’m serious. I’m not doing that to myself. Not on my wedding day. So, please, let’s leave it at that.”

“Of course, babe. It’s your wedding. You get to decide who shares it with you.”

I appreciated that she didn’t try to convince me otherwise. Anna could be persistent when she wanted something, but she also understood that there were certain doors you couldn’t keep asking someone to open when they’d already explained why they were keeping them shut.

I yawned, covering my mouth with my palm. “Anna, is there anything more? I’m feeling really tired, and I have a few things to do, fr.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Tired again?”

“Don’t start.”

“I haven’t started anything.”

“And I would appreciate it if you kept it that way.”

She chuckled, then glanced away from the screen. “Erm, there’s actually something else I don’t know if I should say or not.”

I dropped my hand from my mouth. “Say it, please. Let’s get this over with.”

She hesitated just long enough for me to regret encouraging her.

“Should we invite Theo and Marcus?”

I stared at her.

Then I chuckled.

Of course. Of course, that was the question she’d been keeping in her back pocket. Apparently, my wedding guest list was not complete until we had dragged the ghosts of my romantic past into the conversation.

“Anna, be serious.”

“I am being serious!”

“Are you?”

“Yes!”

I shook my head, smiling faintly. “Okay, let’s look at it this way. How would I feel if my ex invited me to his wedding party? I definitely wouldn’t like it, fr. I’d probably wonder why he thought I needed to be there in the first place. And depending on the circumstances, I’d probably find it a little awkward. So, no. Let’s exclude them.”

Anna made a face. “But we aren’t in the nineties, Lydia. People invite their exes to weddings all the time. It’s not necessarily a big deal. As long as you didn’t end things on a bad note, it’s usually fine.”

“That’s lovely for those people.”

“I’m just saying—”

“And I’m saying I don’t want to invite them.” I gave her a pointed look. “It’s not that I hate them. I don’t. But I don’t see the point. I want to celebrate my marriage to Dave, not spend part of my wedding wondering whether my former boyfriends are comfortable watching me marry someone else. They can wish us well from wherever they are.”

Anna opened her mouth, probably ready to produce another argument, but I yawned again before she could.

“Anna, please. I need to rest now.”

“Nooo!” she protested. “We have barely spent an hour together!”

“An hour is not barely anything when someone is using it to interrogate me about my entire social history.”

She laughed. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m exhausted. There’s a difference.”

“Fine, fine. You can rest, but I’m not letting you disappear without giving you something to do.”

I closed my eyes briefly. “That sentence alone has made me regret this friendship.”

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