Chapter 18

Blaire's POV

Walking into my dad's house, the sight of his trusted henchmen were the first to come to view. They smiled at me in greeting and I waved as I closed the door behind me. As always, they were found in the living room discussing whatever boring topic these old men discuss about with cups of Scotch in their hands.

"Hello Marcos. Hello Edward. Have you guys seen my dad?" I asked, hanging up my purse on a nearby hook.

"Good evening Ms. Blaire. Your father is in the kitchen" Marcos replied.

I nodded and walked the familiar path until the sweet aroma of my dad's cooking filled my nostrils. The one con about not living with him anymore is that I don't get to enjoy his cooking every day. Thankfully he has taught me all that he knows but nothing beats his cooking.

"Dad! I'm here!" I called out as I made my entrance into the kitchen. His back was towards me as he whisked together whatever heavenly mixture he has created in a bowl.