Fara stepped out of her car, glancing at the familiar facade of her parents' home. She had been summoned here by her father with no explanation, which was typical of him. The man liked his grand gestures, even for the smallest of matters. Bracing herself, she entered the house, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor.
"Papa!" Fara called out as she walked into the living room.
Sultan, her father, looked up from his spot on the couch, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "Fara, good. You're here. We'll talk in a minute. First, sit down."
Rolling her eyes but knowing better than to argue, Fara joined him on the couch. Melinda, her mother, emerged from the kitchen with a tray of tea.
Fara decided to fill the silence. "Papa, I wanted to tell you about my decision with Clint."
