Evening has begun to fall when my phone rings.

“Hello?” I answer without even looking at the screen.

“Daughter, we need to talk to you,” my father says bluntly on the other end of the line.

I look at Sophie with a frown. I'm with her, at work. I have a clothing and makeup line, and Sophie is my assistant, so we usually spend a lot of time together.

“Dad, is everything okay?” I ask.

“Yes, but we have an urgent matter we need to ...