“It’s almost time for me to go on,” I tell them. My dad gives me a quick peck on my cheek. “I know. We’ll go get seated, but I just wanted you to know that I’m so proud of you, La-La.” “Thanks, Dad. Oh, that reminds me, I really appreciate the beautiful flowers, but you don’t have to send them every day.” He pulls away, and his brows knit together, but before he can respond, Orion claps a hand on his back. “We should go sit down, old man.”
