I couldn't help but look at my father as if he had lost his mind. I wanted to think that maybe the tiredness of the trip had affected him, but his serious yet excited expression made that idea vanish. He seemed more sane than ever, and apparently my mother agreed with my father's crazy decision.
How was it possible that they were doing this to me?
He more than anyone knew what returning to New York meant, and to Fashion Week! It was a sure encounter with Alexander Lancaster, and I didn't want to see him even if my life depended on it.
"Mr. Doinel, I'm afraid this is a hasty decision that hasn't been previously discussed. The company can't be left without anyone in charge, as you can understand. The launch of a new collection is approaching, and someone needs to take responsibility. So,
