Alice
“Good morning” I smiled as I entered the formal dining room as usual my father was sat at the head of the table, an open news paper in front of him and a steaming cup of black coffee untouched my his elbow.
It had been the same every day for the last two weeks. I came down every morning to the same scene and the same icy reception.
He tried, I really did think he tried to do the whole family thing with me. I lacked for absolute nothing, except my freedom. I had the best clothes, access to books and a tv but it was all for show. It was more him putting his middle finger up at Luca and Enzo. Look what I have. The prodigal daughter had returned.
He had even had a photographer come and take pictures . No doubt to send to Luca , a way of rubbing his nose in it.
But his rigid rules ma
