Dylan's POV...
"You are going?" The first question dad asked when he saw me entering his room. He was working on his laptop, he shut it down and stood up as I nodded. The servants had already done putting my luggage in the car.
"Are you upset?" That's his second question. Upset? Am I upset? If I'm, what's the reason? Dad is very confusing!
I was wearing a black overcoat and a muffler around my neck because it was freaking cold outside. But being upset? Do I look upset? Was it because of the outfit? Scanning myself from head to toe, I looked up at dad again. "Why did you ask?" I asked, tilting my head.
Dad ambled across me and put his hand on my shoulder in a way of comforting. "You haven't seen your face, buddy. You look pale, cast down. You are missing her already?"
Yeah. Yeah. He got me. Her. The topic of Tiara. I don't know if I was upset or not. But true... I'm already missing her. And I will miss her so much though it's just for a day.
