Selene's POV
I had left the house even though I felt stressed already. Dressed in a simple polo and jeans trousers. The minute I stepped into the restaurant, my stomach churned.
Not because of the scent of rosemary lamb wafting from the open kitchen or the gentle sound of live piano music playing in the background, but because of the man waiting for me at the far corner of the room.
My father.
I stood there for a second, frozen by the sight of him. It had been years. Long, silent, gut-wrenching years since I last saw that face. A face that used to tuck me into bed with warm kisses and bedtime stories, and later abandoned me without a backward glance. Time had added a few streaks of gray to his hair, but his posture was still as proud, his suit tailored to perfection, his smile still ve
