158 Dinner with dad - II

An off shoulder, pink dress seemed to be perfect for the occasion of dinner. She did decide on the jacket that needed to be worn in the London weather at the end of the year. If she did not wear it, she was going to freeze her arse off. 

Usually, it would take her more than 45 minutes, at least to get ready, but today she got ready in mere 20 minutes, given the first 10 had gone in a hot shower. Now, she was waiting for her father with her legs facing around the room of the reception desk in worry. 

She did catch the receptionist discreetly rolling her eyes at her. 

By the time the Rolls-Royce rolled to a stop in front of the building, Leah was ready. 

Her father stepped out of the car and immediately enveloped her into a warm hug. "Leah." He sighed.

"Hi, papa." She whispered against his chest. She snuggled closer to him.