“I’m sorry, are you not Cassie’s father?” “I am.” He sounds peeved by it like he’s annoyed to be reminded. “I’m dating your daughter.” His frank words shut my father up, a feat I didn’t know was possible. “It’s serious. She wouldn’t bring me if it wasn’t. I hope you understand what I’m saying.” How he couldn’t figure that out, I don’t know, but my dad likes to hear and see what he wants to. “Now, is there a seat for us at this dinner? Otherwise, I’d be happy to take your only daughter to a fine restaurant befitting her gorgeous outfit.” A chill runs from my head to my toes.
