His Candy.

Derry? It wasn't the pilot, it was Derry, My father!

I waited patiently as they both spoke. Mr Mattias seemed at ease so I wasn't too worried. I just didn't want them to return now, no one was going to spoil this beautiful moment I was about to have.

“Was it my Dad?“ I asked.

“Yes Shimma,” he nodded.

“Are they coming back now?“ I asked. He shook his head with a smirk on his lip.

“Not until tomorrow evening. He only called to know how you're doing. Now go get dressed, I'm about to speak with the pilot,” Mr Mattias said. He bent to plant a kiss on my forehead before heading back to the bathroom. I sighed in relief as I made my way out of his room.

PARIS.

It was already past seven. I and Mr Mattias had just finished our meal in Le Meurice, the most fanciest restaurant in Paris. Located in Le Meurice hotel.

I was so excited when Mr Mattias said we were going to spend the night here.

We got to our room which was on the top floor. I stood behind Mr Mattias while he opened the door for me.