Chapter Twenty-Six
Amelia The embarrassment I felt over Jack catching me swapping his seat didn't last long. We settled into our seats in silence as the people around us milled about talking loudly and laughing with each other. Near the front of the table I watched as the immediate family began to gather around the head preparing to take their seats. I could see my mother and Abbey chatting with Damien and then off to the side of them, I saw my father. He stood arms folded looking serious talking on the phone a few feet away from the gathering crowd. I watched him as he paced closer to the tropical foliage than he was to the table. My father, Thomas, spoke animatedly with his hands as spoke fluidly into the phone. Brokering a deal, no doubt. I thought. Seeing my father, seeing his sweet blue eyes, his smi
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