It was a rainy Saturday all over Las Vegas, and in the backseat of the car, Blair studied the scenery unfolding through the window. His thoughts were scattered, traversing the not-too-recent past.

- “The night was crazy” Drake commented.

He was wearing sunglasses to hide the dark circles under his eyes after spending most of the night drinking with his friend. After the event, they went back to the apartment where they lived and opened some bottles of good wine.

- "Absolutely" Blair agreed, immediately remembering the encounter with a certain knight in the elevator.

She still couldn't believe that this man had seduced her to the point of advancing on him. What comforted her was the thought that they wouldn't see each other again, as most of the people attending last night's event lived in Los Angeles, not Vegas.

"I'll never drink again." Drake snuggled into the backseat of the Bentley as he murmured, happy for the pampering Blair's father was offering them. In fact, the entire luxurious life they led in Vegas was courtesy of Jean.

- "I doubt it"

When the car stopped in front of the Picasso restaurant, they both looked out the windows of the Bentley. The place mimicked a French castle in many ways, most notably the statues at the top of the building. They got out of the vehicle when the driver opened the door and headed inside. The interior was even more elegant, making people feel like they were in the last century just by looking at the decor.

Jean Collins, Blair's father, was at a table in the center of the room. And that's where the hostess led them both when they said their names. This was supposed to be a regular family lunch, but it meant so much more to Jean. He would do anything to prove to his only daughter that he had changed, and that he would love to establish a union beyond the financial one. Paying for all his expenses when she accepted was like a prize for him, but still, he needed more. He wanted to restore the past.

- “Hello” Jean got up to greet her daughter and her friend. Drake hugged him, but Blair decided a handshake would be enough.

- “It's been a cold day” Drake commented when everyone sat down at the three-seater table, so as not to fall into a deathly silence.

- "It is true. And speaking of which, how are the apartment facilities ?”

Jean Keanu had bought the apartment where Blair had lived for just three months. She didn't want to accept it, for she knew it was the beginning of a forgiveness she wasn't ready to release. However, in the end, seeing that she and her friend could not survive in such a wealthy city, she accepted.

- "Good" Blair replied, simplistically.

- "I hope you're enjoying it" the father looked at his daughter with hope in his eyes.

They were opposites when it came to looks. From red hair to brown, from blue eyes to black and from pale skin to tan. However, their personalities were similar, although Blair tried hard to act differently.

- “I like the city. I really like. But that doesn't change my position” after the woman's words, the tension in the atmosphere became insurmountable.

- "Angel, I'm trying" he appealed to his daughter's middle name.

- "Don't call me that" she lifted her spine and stood up straight.

Blair was wearing a blue dress that matched her eyes, much like her mother's eyes. That resemblance destroyed the father. And when Jean looked at her, looking exactly like his ex-wife, but with the same temper as his, he was defeated.

- “I don't know what else to do” the man was, in fact, exhausted.

- “How about taking a break, Jean? She's trying too” Drake intervened.

He'd met Blair in Philadelphia while they were still teenagers. The woman, until then a girl, had just lost her mother and lived in search of confusion that would make her feel something other than emptiness. There was no one to fight for her until she met Drake.

- "Clear"

Jean raised her hands in the air in peace, and then Blair studied her attire. She knew her father's intimacy, all the secrets he would take to his grave. But, looking at that man in the suit, well dressed, she realized that he camouflaged reality very well.

- “The Picasso restaurant is one of the best in town. The food made by chef Julian Serrano is very similar to French dishes” the father began to speak pleasantly.

And when the conversation turned to what would be asked, beyond a pardon the woman would be unable to give, the moment became lighter. Drake held his friend's hand under the table, explaining that he would never let go. So lunch went as smoothly as possible for Blair and Jean.