Chapter 18
Kurt moved nearer. “I haven’t seen the plans for the reality show you promised you would give to me.”
Her fingers stroked her forehead. “We’re still working on it.”
“When it’s done, don’t forget to send me a copy.” Kurt added, “by the way... you look very nice.”
“Thanks.” Farida said, one hand smoothening down the lace of her black, off-shoulder dress. She’d elected to wear her pink strappy sandals with the dress. She glanced up at him, unable to resist adding, “...for the belated compliment.”
Kurt guffawed. And then he nodded. “You’re right. I should have said something the minute I stepped in.”
Her phone rang in her clutch. Farida retrieved the phone and stared at the screen. Ugh. It was her father.
Sighing, she raised the phone to her ear. “Dad.”
“Papa... call me Papa
