"Sure, he’d want the perfect fucking woman to be the Luna, you’re a Westwood, I'm sure that made him feel fucking proud."

The lift doors opened, and I realised we were in what looked like a dark underground car park. The walls were fully made of steel with dim lighting and more cars than I could count. There were a few doors leading off from here too.

"I'm far from perfect, and your Dad knows that. You don’t know anything about my life, Leo, so stop fucking pretending you do." I shot back.

"Oh yeah? So you’re not just a pampered princess who has been given the entire fucking world...