Chapter Twenty-Eight

A U T U M N

The next morning I had woken up with a slight headache. I ran to the bathroom once I realized I had overslept. Breaking all the world records known for taking a bath and putting makeup on, I went downstairs to the kitchen in less than fifteen minutes. I was so surprised to see Steven and Dad were sitting at the dining table that I had almost kicked myself to ensure that it was not some sort of a dream. And they were not even a few chairs away from each other — like they always were to avoid physical contact. No, they sat there side by side looking like a father and son at last.

Both males hated each other.

Okay, maybe "hate" is a strong word. Dad disliked Steven's choice to work in the entertainment industry, saying he would be a better addition to th