"Dean, are you sure I can stay?" I asked a little unsure. I had never met his father before.
"Don't worry about it my father's fine with it," He smiled. On the carriage ride to his home, I couldn't help but think about Spot.
"So who's this Spot fellow?" He asked a little jealous.
"Just a friend." I assured him, while trying to assure myself of the same thought.
When we arrived I was completely taken back. His house was large and elegant, and I felt completely out of place. He then showed me to my room. The next two weeks went by fast, although I didn't get the chance to see Spot at all. I was too busy. Dean made arrangements for me at all the local stores and beauty salons. He showered me with pearls, new clothing, everything. A part of me hated it, I felt as if he was trying to change me, but a part of me also excepted it. I also attended my father's funeral alone, Dean had an important meeting to go to. And so I said good bye to my father, and to my past. Then something happened that changed everything.
