At seven-fifteen in the morning, Catherine came downstairs, dressed for work, and when she walked into the dining room, she saw Mr. Miller. "Good morning, father," Catherine said as her eyes lit up. "Oh, my dear. Please come and sit down. I know how much you and Rome love my cooking, and after what you two went through during the party, I thought it would be nice to stop by today and cheer you two up with food." Mr. Miller happily said, drawing a chair for Catherine. After she had taken a seat, she looked up at him, gave a warm smile, and said, "This is such a nice surprise, father. Thank you. I'm sure Rome will love it as much as I do." At that moment, Rome walked into the room, and when Catherine saw him, her face glowed with excitement as she said, "Hon, father made your favorite dishes." For a moment, a faint smile surfaced on Rome's lips. Then his expression grew serious as he stared apologetically at Mr. Miller and said, "I'm so sorry, b
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