Trish’s POV:
“You must have no shame for you to show your face here.” Leonard Hooke’s voice sounded behind me and I felt the hair on my arms stand.
Slowly, I turned around to face him, glass of champagne in my right hand. I gave him a once over and let a small smile appear on my face.
My ex-father, ever the fashion icon, was dressed in a white suit, with a tie that was as red as blood. His grey hair was combed to perfection. He wore a nice wristwatch and his most cherished diamond necklace. On his black shoes, I could almost see my reflection.
“I don’t see how it’s your problem that I am here, Leonard. It wasn’t me screaming the other day that they’d lost their dignity.”
I almost burst out laughing at how red my father went upon hearing that insult, but the menacing step he took mad
