Her father froze, yet his arms around her tightened and he did not pull away, allowing her warm tears to soak his shirt.
The unexpected happened, but he couldn't say it was bad. That was his first grandchild in his daughter's womb since Gershon was also not married and had not even accidentally impregnated his woman.
"What's going on here?" Aria asked as she went to place a jar of lemonade on the dining table. Giselle pulled away, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.
Her mother was her confidante, and she knew that the woman would give her words of comfort, though she already decided on what to do.
"It's over for me, mom. I'm pregnant. I want to leave this city. I want to go where Robert will never see me. He will lose respect for me if he finds out that I slept with a strange man. Also, he will get married to someone someday."
