Lena,
The woman stared at me from head to toe, which didn't quite sit well with me. "Lena, you're back," came Uncle's voice as he descended the stairs. He stood next to the woman. "George, is she your daughter?" It took an ounce of me not to burst out laughing.
His daughter? What a perfect joke.
I didn't miss the smile that dangled at the corner of his lips. "She's Eric's daughter," he said.
"Wait... What?" Her eyes widened, and she stared at me again. "You're Eric's daughter. I can see the resemblance now. How are you?" She flashed a smile.
"I'm fine," I answered shortly. My main concern was on who she was to Uncle.
"I'm Genevieve. George's colleague and the director of operation at his hotel."
"Your father and I work closely together. He always talks about his daughter. I'm finall
