"Did you enjoy your meal, Father?" Diana asked. She had her hand hooked around her father's as they walked through the garden. The gentle breeze of the wind helped to soothe the harsh rays of the sun and carried along with it the scent of the flowers that surrounded them.
"I did. You kept your promise, you were late, but you came," old master Frost replied and gave gentle pats on the back of Diana's hand. He had a smile of contentment as he looked at Diana who was the perfect depiction of his late wife.
"I was a little occupied, I will try to come earlier next time," Diana said.
"You have not told me where you spent your night, you were not at your apartment, and you were also not at Damian's. I called and I was told that no one was home," he added when she turned to look at him. "Do you have anyone special whom you have been spending your time with? You have been away frequently."
