Paula
I was getting ready to go down to dinner. I felt tense. I hadn't seen my daughter all day, and it wasn't that I didn't want to see her—of course, I did—but I couldn't face her. She had seen us in such a scene last night as if we were some horny high school kids. How embarrassing!
"Gorgeous," Patrick said as he entered the room. I had to admit that ever since we had decided to be together, the connection, the desire, the love for this man blinded me. I was capable of doing things I had never imagined I would, like last night's escapade at my dear Ashley's birthday party.
"Are you alright?" he asked, taking my hands.
"I don't know. Did you see her face?" I was worried, thinking about our daughter's face when she had seen us last night. She hadn't looked happy.
"I think it was the
