Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
Twenty minutes later, Fay slips out of her room, dragging a little powder-blue wheeled suitcase behind her, dressed in a casual white tennis skirt and an oversized varsity sweater that Kent picked out for her before he left her room.
At the bottom of the stairs, both Ivan and Kent watch her descend. They’ve been there the whole time, waiting. They didn’t say a word to each other.
“’Bout time, gorgeous,” Ivan says with a smile, coming forward and reaching out a hand to help Fay down the last few steps. She beams at him.