As the days went by, Mr Brown's little spark of suspicion grew.

He knew there was something between Amelia and Rey but he was yet to figure it out. Or maybe, he was yet to find enough evidence. They were keeping their tracks clean so he was going to create his evidence himself. He drummed his fingers on his glass as he created schemes in his mind.

"Hey Dad, what are you thinking about?" Amelia's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Oh dear, you're here. You're looking so beautiful." Mr Brown complimented his daughter in a fit to distract her from her question.

Amelia tugged a shy smile as...