K I A R A
"Kiara dear, come with me to my library. There is something I wish to discuss with you."
My father announced, interrupting our dessert.
He signaled to me and rose to his feet, then left without a glance. I bit my lip and glanced at Damon, my stomach was a bundle of nerves.
Damon gave me a small nod and I knew I had no choice. I excused myself and followed my father out of the dining room.
My father led me down the familiar hallway and into his library. The scent of his old books and cigar smoke filled the air.
I had always hated this room. It always meant I was in trouble or about to be lectured about my body, my worth or my future.
Now, I was back in this room again, only this time, I was a married woman, yet I still felt like a child being summoned to the principal's off
