She and her papa kept themselves busy, planning out every detail of her wedding. They met up every day, talking about anything and everything. The longer they spent together, the more they learned about each other. The amount of things they had in common baffled her. They had the same coffee order, the same pet peeves, and they were both very outspoken when it came to fashion. They often got into heated arguments whenever that subject approached, but their shared love for clothing as well as their passion for musical theater gave them so much to talk about. Elizabeth always loved her papa very much, even when she was a resentful teenager, but it seemed like their budding friendship made her love him even more.

She had one problem, however, and that was her parents' refusal to see or talk to each other. Neither of them seemed uncomfortable the few times they were in the same room as each other, which she found strange. She did notice that her papa was always tired, claiming that he hasn't been able to sleep properly, probably due to getting used to his new environment, as well as making sure her wedding would be perfect. After a month, that excuse was becoming old. Elizabeth knew it was definitely not a coincidence that her father's haven't spoken, like they claimed it was. She always knew when her dad was lying, although he rarely ever lied to her unless it was absolutely necessary. He showed almost every sign that her law teachers told her to look out for: he wouldn't look her in the eye, he stuttered, his voice and posture would change, and he would start to fiddle. Every time he canceled a meeting with her, it was only after he would ask if Papa would be there. If he was, her dad would come up with a really lame excuse. "There's a teachers meeting", was an excuse he used four days in row. One time, he told her that he promised Annie a walk in the park.

Her papa, however, was impressively convincing. If it weren't for the fact that she knew that her dad was lying, she would've bought everything he said. Another thing they had in common, she thought. His lack of sleep seemed to get worse every day, but whenever she brought it up, he would change the subject immediately. For a while, it didn't worry her, although she was definitely what one would consider a worrywart. However, when her father never showed up to one of their meetings, that they planned the night before, because "he forgot to set his alarm ", she knew something was wrong.

Yesterday was her first day back at office, because her boss even allowing her one month off of work was more than generous, considering she was only an intern. Elizabeth still had so much to do, when it came to her wedding. Her papa and she may have planned out every detail of her wedding, but she has not yet been able to execute it. They had found the perfect china online, but the store was an hour away. She just couldn't find the time, and her papa didn't want to go all that way by himself. Now that she was back at work, she knew she would have no time to go on road trips.

And suddenly, she had the most brilliant idea she's had yet.

"How is the paper coming along, Ms. Andersen?" She heard a familiar voice behind her, one that grated her nerves. She knew that her last name was long, but her greatest pet peeve was when people were too lazy to say it properly. Was it really that hard to add two more syllables? Evidently, she thought.

"How can I help you, Mr. Mill?" She may have been at the bottom of the food chain, but she didn't take crap from anybody who wasn't her employer.

"Miller," he corrected.

"Anderson- Hummel," she emphasized the latter part of her last name, "I'll ask you again, is there anything you need? Because if there isn't, then please do me a favor and get your ugly mug out of my face." It was obvious how much she didn't like Mr. Miller. He was the newly hired executive Secretary to her boss, but he seemed far more interested in getting under her skin than doing his job.

"That is no way to speak to your boss's secretary," he spoke down to her, "After all, I'm the one who writes reviews of all the interns."

"I'm sure Mr. Riley is capable of making his own judgments," she began, "and if he isn't, why on earth would I ever want to work with someone who doesn't pay attention to his own staff members?"

"I will make sure he receives that message," he smirked.

"That would be great, actually. I'm sure he would respect someone that is in law who isn't afraid to speak her mind," she said pointedly, causing his smirk to fall off his face, "And since we are on the topic of messages, I thought you should know that I am considering filing a complaint about you fucking every female intern in this office, and the fact that you have been harassing me since the moment you got here."

"He wouldn't believe you," he whispered, his eyes shifting and blood draining from his face, which caused Elizabeth to smile triumphantly.

"Do you want to try me, Mr. Miller?" She asked innocently, batting her eyes for the full effect.

"Get back to work, Ms. Anderson," he began to walk away before she cleared her throat. He closed his eyes, clearly defeated, "Ms. Anderson-Hummel," he corrected.

"Will do, Sir,” she answered, saluting him as he walked away. Truthfully, she was finished with the document that was assigned to her. In fact, she finished an hour ago, giving her ample time to formulate a plan that she knew would work. It had to, she thought, or nothing would.

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