“Right, except they all got chicken pox, and it’s a month away now.” I sit up properly, pulling my legs under to one side in the tight dress, and stare at the brown-wrapped box with a frown of confusion, guessing it’s for me. Gifts are something he regularly does, but I didn’t expect one tonight. My head is still dancing with delight at the fact that we’re going to Paris to continue my studies in fashion, not quite focusing on what he is saying.

“So that means in about ...