I exhaled and changed into a jean pant and tank top. The clothes were tight but I didn't have anything better. I looked at the mirror. My boobs were even looking bigger. I was about to change the outfit when a knock came again, softer this time.
“They’re waiting,” the maid said from the other side.
Of course they were.
I quickly stepped out, following her down the hallway. The silence stretched between us, broken only by the sound of our footsteps.
The deeper we went, the more my chest tightened.
This wasn’t just dinner. I could feel it.
When we got to the door, she stopped and pushed it open.
“Go in.”
I hesitated for half a second.
But I stepped inside. My feet stopped me.
“Dad…?”
The word slipped out before I could stop it.
He turned.
For a second, he just stared at me like
