My Fiancé’s Father Mocked Me On His Private Jet—Until The Pilot Scanned My ID

not to steady myself, but to allow the moment to settle. “Thank you,” I said softly.

He blinked a little, surprised by the simplicity of my response. “Really? That’s it?”

“You apologized and you meant it,” I said. “Then that’s enough.”

Richard leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. “Can I ask one more thing? Just one.”

“Go ahead.”

“Will you tell continue reading …