catching the single tear that slipped from her eye.
Isis smiled slightly. “Yes, very much so.”
“Why Isis?”
She shrugged. “Society says that I'm not a real woman if I can't cook and clean. How can I fulfill what every woman's alleged lifelong dream is of taking care of a husband and family if I'm not domesticated?”
She looked at him. “I will try but my husband will either help me or hire someone, like my Daddy did.”
Marc caressed her cheek. “If it's a choice between you cooking and me dying, I'd hire anyone you want.”
He pulled her into his arms. “Just tell me sweetheart. I'll never judge you.”
Isis laid her head on his shoulder holding him tightly. “Thank you Marcus. You don't know how much that means to me.”
It meant more to Isis than he could ever imagine. All of her life, she'd been judged as the light-skinned, rich girl with pretty hair. The fact that she was smart and double majored in college was often overlooked, along with the fact that she was a sweet, loyal and kindhearted person.
To Isis, being the daughter in a wealthy family was not a badge of shame, it was a blessing. No, she hadn't lived a hard life and she wouldn't apologize for it. She just tried to be the best person she could be.
“I need to check the steaks before I burn the house down too,” he told her then took her hand. “We'll do something else about vegetables.”
He began to lead her out of the kitchen. “You don't trust me in here?” she asked smiling.
“Hell no! Didn't you see that damn blaze you started?”
She laughed as Marc led her through the house and out to the grill where he checked the perfectly seasoned steaks. Isis watched as he flipped the meat before closing the cover and turning to her.
“Your father is a famous movie star so I'm sure your family had chefs and cooks. How is it that you can cook so well?” she asked leaning against the furniture.
He folded his muscled arms. “I've been on my own for a while. I left home at sixteen.”
Isis looked confused. “You left for college?”
“No Princess, I ran away.”
Marc's phone rang in the distance and he looked at her. “I need to answer that.”
She nodded slowly and he walked away. Isis stood in confusion contemplating what Marcus had told her. He'd run away from home and never returned?
Marc returned and she could tell by the look on his face that something was wrong and he was clearly in agent mode now. He had removed his glasses and his gray eyes were serious.
“Your father is in the hospital. The preliminary diagnosis is a heart attack,” he announced watching her closely.
Isis was sure she had not heard him correctly. She stood frozen watching him as he handed her his phone.
“Your sister wants to speak with you.”
Isis took the phone with stiff hands and brought it to her ear. “Hello?”
“Isis, this is Isabelle.”
“Isabelle what happened?” Isis asked in a light voice.
“Daddy's in the hospital. They think he had a heart attack. We're waiting to hear more,” Isabelle explained.
Isis took a breath. “Are you there with him?”
No, Shana was with him when he collapsed and she's at the hospital now. I think my presence will just upset him and Ray doesn't want me to go there until we know exactly what his condition is.”
“I need to go to him,” Isis said putting a hand to her mouth.
“Isis we don't think...” Isabelle began and Isis' eyes sought Marc's.
She lowered the phone not listening to her sister anymore. “Please take me there,” she asked him.
“It may be too dangerous for you to be there,” he responded.
Isis went to him and stared up into his face. “Please, he's my Daddy,” she choked out holding back her tears.
Marc stared down into her water-filled eyes and could not deny her. “Go get dressed.” He took the phone from her hand and began speaking to Isabelle as Isis ran to her
Isis smiled slightly. “Yes, very much so.”
“Why Isis?”
She shrugged. “Society says that I'm not a real woman if I can't cook and clean. How can I fulfill what every woman's alleged lifelong dream is of taking care of a husband and family if I'm not domesticated?”
She looked at him. “I will try but my husband will either help me or hire someone, like my Daddy did.”
Marc caressed her cheek. “If it's a choice between you cooking and me dying, I'd hire anyone you want.”
He pulled her into his arms. “Just tell me sweetheart. I'll never judge you.”
Isis laid her head on his shoulder holding him tightly. “Thank you Marcus. You don't know how much that means to me.”
It meant more to Isis than he could ever imagine. All of her life, she'd been judged as the light-skinned, rich girl with pretty hair. The fact that she was smart and double majored in college was often overlooked, along with the fact that she was a sweet, loyal and kindhearted person.
To Isis, being the daughter in a wealthy family was not a badge of shame, it was a blessing. No, she hadn't lived a hard life and she wouldn't apologize for it. She just tried to be the best person she could be.
“I need to check the steaks before I burn the house down too,” he told her then took her hand. “We'll do something else about vegetables.”
He began to lead her out of the kitchen. “You don't trust me in here?” she asked smiling.
“Hell no! Didn't you see that damn blaze you started?”
She laughed as Marc led her through the house and out to the grill where he checked the perfectly seasoned steaks. Isis watched as he flipped the meat before closing the cover and turning to her.
“Your father is a famous movie star so I'm sure your family had chefs and cooks. How is it that you can cook so well?” she asked leaning against the furniture.
He folded his muscled arms. “I've been on my own for a while. I left home at sixteen.”
Isis looked confused. “You left for college?”
“No Princess, I ran away.”
Marc's phone rang in the distance and he looked at her. “I need to answer that.”
She nodded slowly and he walked away. Isis stood in confusion contemplating what Marcus had told her. He'd run away from home and never returned?
Marc returned and she could tell by the look on his face that something was wrong and he was clearly in agent mode now. He had removed his glasses and his gray eyes were serious.
“Your father is in the hospital. The preliminary diagnosis is a heart attack,” he announced watching her closely.
Isis was sure she had not heard him correctly. She stood frozen watching him as he handed her his phone.
“Your sister wants to speak with you.”
Isis took the phone with stiff hands and brought it to her ear. “Hello?”
“Isis, this is Isabelle.”
“Isabelle what happened?” Isis asked in a light voice.
“Daddy's in the hospital. They think he had a heart attack. We're waiting to hear more,” Isabelle explained.
Isis took a breath. “Are you there with him?”
No, Shana was with him when he collapsed and she's at the hospital now. I think my presence will just upset him and Ray doesn't want me to go there until we know exactly what his condition is.”
“I need to go to him,” Isis said putting a hand to her mouth.
“Isis we don't think...” Isabelle began and Isis' eyes sought Marc's.
She lowered the phone not listening to her sister anymore. “Please take me there,” she asked him.
“It may be too dangerous for you to be there,” he responded.
Isis went to him and stared up into his face. “Please, he's my Daddy,” she choked out holding back her tears.
Marc stared down into her water-filled eyes and could not deny her. “Go get dressed.” He took the phone from her hand and began speaking to Isabelle as Isis ran to her
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