"I’m going to your place."
"Okay," she sighed, and the tone of her voice made me suspect that she was tired, which I didn't like at all. But I had my own ways of making her feel better.
My father watched me while I talked to Zoe, and his expression showed a hint of disapproval.
"So?" he asked right after I hung up. I looked at him apologetically.
"Zoe called me. She sounded exhausted and wanted to see me."
My father sighed.
"Dad, I want to surprise her with the gown," I added.
"Okay, go then, but you must come back next week."
I nodded and stood up. I kissed my father's cheek, then I paused when I heard him say,
"Kiss Zoe for me."
"I will," I grinned at him before rushing out of the office. After heading downstairs, I changed cars as usual and carefully placed the gown i
