Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 330

Lydia’s POV

“Girl, why are you looking duller with each passing day?”

I looked up from my phone to find Anna staring at me with a suspiciously concerned expression. She was standing beside the car, one hand resting on the open door, looking as though she’d just discovered a major problem with the wedding plans.

“We haven’t even begun the whole wedding preparation, and look at you being so tired already. Lydia, please tell me you’re not planning to sleep through your own wedding.”

I sighed and stepped out of the car. “Please, let’s go. I’m not here for your advice, ma’am.”

“Excuse you?”

“You heard me.”

Anna gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “This is how you treat the woman who has dedicated her precious time, resources, and intellectual abilities to making sure you have the wedding of your dreams?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.” She shook her head before draping an arm over my shoulders. “Well, unfortunately for you, my darling bride, you don’t get to decide what your event planner does with her time.”

I turned to look at her. “Okay, so how many minutes trip is this?”

She burst out laughing.

“Answer the question, Anna.”

“It’s about ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes?”

“Yes.”

“Ten minutes of what, exactly? Public humiliation?”

“Ten minutes of me expressing concern for your well-being.”

“Then please express it privately. I have a reputation to protect.”

Anna laughed so hard that she had to lean more heavily against me for support. I shook my head wondering, not for the first time, how I’d managed to become best friends with a woman who considered personal boundaries a suggestion.

The truth was, I was tired. Not the ordinary sort of tired that came from having a busy day and needing a good night’s sleep. This was a strange, persistent exhaustion that seemed to follow me around regardless of how much rest I got. I’d been noticing it for days now, and the headaches hadn’t exactly helped.

I’d promised myself I’d pay attention to what my body was telling me, especially after everything that had happened with my accident. I just hadn’t quite figured out how to do that without becoming unnecessarily worried about every little thing.

And, apparently, Anna had noticed too.

Wonderful.

“Anyway,” she said, straightening up “enough about you and your mysterious exhaustion. Let me tell you what happened yesterday.”

“Oh, thank goodness. I was worried we’d spend the entire morning discussing my face.”

“Your face is a legitimate matter of concern, but I’ll spare you for now.”

“How generous.”

She ignored me. “I’m beginning to think my daughter is hiding something from me.”

I turned towards her. “What?”

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