Sixty nine

The next morning I was so nervous that I hardly slept that night. I threw the covers off of me and got a shower and then got dressed into black shorts and a white frilly top. I shoved my hair up in a pony tail and decided to go and help Abbie to prepare a breakfast for everyone. I needed to keep myself busy until my father was ready to show his face. I just hoped and prayed that Dr Adams had worked his magic well enough on my father. I couldn't bare to think of life now without my father.

“Good morning, Princess Eliza!” my father called cheerfully as he walked into the kitchen. I gasped at the sight of him, I hadn't expected that this morning.

Me and Abbie exchanged excited glances and she gestured for me to go to him. He looked healthier than ever, with a colour in his cheeks and a confident stride. He was already dressed in a crisp shirt and a tailored waistcoat, his hair neatly combed.

“Good morning, Father!” I beamed at him. “I hope you’re ready for a feast. It is good to s