Chapter Twelve

The nurse at the front desk had his file open. As she sorted through some of the formalities with Nathan I sat in the squeaky clean waiting area. It was like a luxury hotel, with no lines coughing strangers and pregnant women. There was just a man in his late sixties, in an Armani Suit and a tabloid in his hands.

I fingered the ends of my hair, hating the fact that they were straightened by Zoya again this morning. Apparently, Daniel disliked curly hair and my curls had started showing up. Zoya wanted to work a permanent straightening on my curls and I had to beg her not to do it.

My dad wouldn't recognise me if he saw my back. Or maybe, he would.

The nurse set down the receiver, both Nathan and her walking towards me.

"I will wait here, princess. Please give my well wishes to your old man." Nathan handed me my dad's file and gestured for me to follow the nurse.

I stood, swinging my Louis Vuitton bag that matched the color of my silk dress, over one shoulder and followed the woma