It had been a long night.

Della had not changed into anything comfortable and finally she had accepted when her father told her that, she could leave. He would remain behind with Marcela. On the other hand Lyle had refused to go anywhere near his father. He somewhat found comfort in being with Della.

"I guess you could go with Della then.." Marcela's husband had said, a tad bit hurt that his very own son didn't want to go home with him.

"I will call my driver to pick you up, be careful darling." Garreth said giving his daughter a kiss on her forehead.

"Actually—" She paused. "I texted Andre...