Chapter 6Leah tiptoes downstairs to the dining area with her fingers crossed for good luck. Hopefully, here father had already breakfasted and was tending to estate business. Leah wanted to avoid him if at all possible. She didn't need a reminder that she was no different than his ship's cargo – something to be bargained for to the highest bidder.
When Leah saw him sipping his morning tea she had an urge to turn and flee to her upstairs bedroom. Yet, she stood rooted to the spot and said in her most pleasant voice, “good morning, father.”
“Good morning, Leah. I've been waiting to talk to you.”
“So early in the morning, can't it wait until later?” Leah asked.
“No, too much time has passed already,” he said.
“Well, what do we need to discuss that is so urgent? She asked.
“Your upcoming
