The sun had set even more than before, but again, Fiona was relieved that there were still a lot of people in the plaza, which meant that it wouldn't be easy for her father to act rudely against her and simply decide to kidnap her in anger if it came to it.
Finishing her glass of water, Fiona got up with her heart pounding in her chest and moved to leave the restaurant.
Just barely missing a waiter who was on her way to ask her if she had made up her mind about the food she was going to eat.
Walking down the stairs of the building felt heavier than usual, but she did it, making her way down to the streets. Her heart thumped even louder when she saw the number of cars, aware of the number of bodyguards that would be in them.
Regardless, she marched forward, standing a few steps away in visible sight so that her father would have no issues meeting her gaze.
But she had underestimated him.
