{Amelia’s P.O.V.}
After teatime, I went back to my room. As I was getting settled to read a book, there was a knock on my door. I went to open it and find Stephen and my Father. Oh, bloody hell.
“Please, come in,” I knew where this was going. Stephen came to me immediately and hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. My Father just stood there growling.
“Daddy, you said you were okay with it,” I said to him, reminding him of our talk.
“What Father is okay with losing his little girl to another man?” he said crossing his arms and slightly pouting. Oh, my goodness. The whole macho-man sad face thing did not work for him.
“Sir, I just wanted to say …”
“I am not talking to you, Stephen!”
