Dana POV
I had just stepped out of the shower, dressed in my comforting robe, my hair wrapped all up in a turban style in a towel, my body scrubbed and exfoliated all over, feeling slightly more human and less disgruntled, when there was a loud knock on my bedroom door. I vehemently hoped that it was not Sandra, ready to ridicule me some more, or even Hunter wanting to check up on me. My pride was definitely bruised, and I felt humiliated enough without more of the same being added to it. I tentatively swung the door open and blinked as I was greeted by the rather large and hulking frame of my father standing in the doorway.
“Dana, you’re not intending to come back down?” he frowned, looking me up and down and quickly coming to the conclusion that I had had enough of tonight’s festiviti
