Chapter 86

A plate was placed in front of each of us along with a glass of water. Waiters are extremely talented to be able to carry all those dishes at once. "Thanks Christian" I said before he walked away. He half-turned to give me a smile and salute. "You ask something" I suggested as I began twirling my fork in whatever pasta Jeremy had ordered.

He hesitated. "What was life like with Anthony?" he asked quickly,not giving himself time to change his question.

My breath hitched as I slowly brought a bite of pasta to my mouth. I chewed slowly, giving myself time to form an answer. "It wasn't bad. He was a good father. He gave me everything I needed and more. He really provided for me. No matter what his original intentions were; at the end, he loved me like I was actually his daughter" I took a deep breath, swallowing down the lump in my throat- and it wasn't pasta.