Dimi had been surprised to see her father accompanying her mother to breakfast. They sat around the outdoor dining table with Magda and Darya offering moral support as she struggled with the emotions she was feeling. Miklos was in his home office taking reports from the weekend of his clubs. He said he’d be out to join for breakfast as soon as he could. She didn’t foresee him joining anytime soon.
“Dimitra, have you and Miklos patched your differences? When can I expect a grandson?” her father stared at her from the end of the table, his blue eyes piercing her to the core. She assumed his dark hair and blue eyes along with his cocky swagger was what made the women run at him, along with his power and bank balance she supposed. To her however, he was simply her dad. Too much weight on his
