“Understood, sir,” Francis said, bowing.
Priya couldn’t bear to stay where she was to listen to any further conversation between the men. She refused to believe that she’d had her last chance to convince her father Francis was the man for her, but with each new unfolding of the story, she felt further and further away from her goal. She could only hope that Francis, and perhaps his mother, had a further plan to unite the two of them and that the musical evening was a ploy to do that, but until Friday evening, there was nothing she could do but hope and pray.