Dinner wound down, and at half past nine in the evening, they were ready to leave. Since tomorrow was a Monday, everybody had work and so they decided to call it a night with casual promises of doing this again next time.
Gael shook hands with the three men, keeping his expression happy-neutral, even when he had to face Vincent. He was still not okay with the guy, but he barely gave him any attention during dinner.
Angela saw something different with her father today and it felt weirdly...comfortable. She went towards him and wrapped her arms under his and around his body as he naturally returned her embrace. "Thank you for dinner, Dad."
"I'm glad to see you happy, Princess."
