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Abigail woke early for breakfast the next morning and managed to join her father for breakfast, on time, in the right room. Neither Olivia nor Charlotte were present, and Abigail frowned. “This was why I asked you to be punctual," Adam smiled at his daughter. “Neither of them are capable of showing up on time, and I thought it would be nice to have a few moments alone with you." Abigail beamed and sat down next to her father. Their few minutes turned out to be half an hour. And they spent the entire thirty minutes talking. Abigail and Adam spoke over each other at times, trying to get the other to get to know them. They spoke excitedly, animatedly, over anything and everything. One topic overlapped with another, and they barely ate their breakfast. Adam asked about her studies and her