Alexander
“When is he going to get here?” Aryana asked, fiddling her hands together. She was nervous and excited to see her father again.
“Tony is already on his way to pick up your father,” I answered.
I was in the process of making lasagna. I wanted to make a good impression on Walter Dane. I naturally wouldn’t care about anyone having a good image of me, but this was different. This was Aryana’s father, the man she loved the most. It wouldn’t be pleasant for Aryana if her father disliked me, and it wouldn’t be easy to get her to say no if Walter decided to take Aryana away from here.
Aryana was dressed in a light, floral sundress. She kept walking around, making sure everything was perfect. I could understand how she was feeling. If I were in her position and had to tell my father t
