My only regret is that I missed out on seeing him grow from a child to a teenager! Would you tell him this sweetheart? I really miss him.” Destiny could see her father’s eyes fill up; she sensed his guilty conscience. “I’ll pass your thoughts on daddy and try and get him to answer your calls, however I can’t guarantee anything, Chase is growing into a very stubborn young man!” “Would you give him this?” Wilhelm pulled out a small black velvet box. Destiny noticed that the box appeared to be old and worn out around the edges. Destiny noticed her father wouldn’t let go of the box, reluctant to let it go, until the waiter asked, “Can I get you more drinks sir?” Destiny hadn’t paid any attention to the waiter until now severely pissed at him that he had robbed her of the deep rare moment with her father. She found herself giving the waiter one of her hateful practiced expressions. The waiter soon realised he had come at a bad moment and started to nervously twitch his fingers waiting for a reply.
