Gracie
“Ryland, would you relax” I snickered as we made our way through the building of my father’s law firm. He had been freaking out since we left the house. I had no idea what that was about, but it wasn’t worth Ryland worrying over because he hadn’t done anything wrong.
“ I can’t help it,” he chuckled. I squeezed his hand for encouragement as we finally found the front desk.
I went to speak, but before I could, “Gracie, you must be Gracie and Ryland.” The pretty blonde gushed from the front desk. Ryland and I looked at one another, confused, “Sorry, Peter has been gushing about you since he met you, telling everyone about his beautiful daughter, showing off photos and telling us all how you have a good man to take care of you!” she giggled.
“Really” I asked, shocked, not used to a father acting that way about me.
“Indeed. He is very proud of you, of both of you. I am Sarah, the receptionist here,” she answered with a smile.