(Jamie)
I glanced down at my phone, seeing the picture of Gabriella staring back at me as I couldn't help but smile. It was the picture she had sent me last night..I found myself staring at it every chance I could get.
Despite my happy mood from meeting up with her earlier..all of that had gone down the f*****g drain after speaking with my father.
First off..I hated the way he was treating Gabriella like she was some breeding machine and not caring how she would feel about any of this.
And second..the article printed this morning was written by a journalist my dad knew very well and I know for a fact they would've asked my father if it should've been printed.
I called them after lunch and made them take the article down, saying I would personally address it tomorrow morning. I was
