Amora's pov
As I walk back to my room, all I can think about is the trip to France. I do not know if I am allowed to get my hopes up and be happy because I know the kind of person my father is.
Immediately I get to my room, there's a beep from my phone and I sluggishly pick it up, my eyes brighten when I see who the text is from. Why is he texting me when we are in the same space?
"It hurts me to see you cry, please stop crying. I will make sure everything is sorted out" I whisper and the back of my throat burns.
I wonder if he had to excuse himself from the dinning table to send this or it was comfortable enough for him to use his phone while my dad is sitting there, the former seems more likely.
Bored, but too proud to go downstairs, to return to the rest of the family and Mr Kan
