have been killing my mum not knowing what was going on because she made some lame excuse to get back into the kitchen.
“Shall we go and get something to eat?” I asked , wanting to get away from prying ears.
“Sure” she agreed, “Will it be okay if I carry on staying here with you and Henry?” she said , turning to face my mum.
“Of course, you’re more than welcome” she replied, struggling to retain the huge grin across her face.
“She won’t be late, come on, I know a place we can go to.”
Chapter Three
“I bought Jas, your mother here once”
“Will you tell me about what she was like?” she asked.
“Did you ever try to Google her before coming here?” I asked, trying to find out what she already knew.
“I did, there were many photographs of her and some of you. I mainly found articles on her death and about Jasmine Enterprises. Nothing really about her”
“I know, I Googled her once and found the same, well obviously not about her death but all I saw was her career. I was approached a couple of years ago to tell my story of our life together by some guy who wanted to write a book, tell the world who Jasmine Collins really was”
“Why didn’t you do it?” she asked.
“Because I didn’t feel comfortable talking about our relationship and Jas would have hated it. She made it a point to stay private as much as she could” I told her.
“Makes her seem like a mystery”
“That she definitely was,” I muttered.
She didn’t know a lot so I was going to have to fill in the blanks after all.
“I don’t know where to start,” I admitted.
“Why don’t you start with how you met?” she offered.
I hadn’t spoke of Jas in depth to anyone since her death, I didn’t have to as they knew her but our daughter knows nothing. Somehow I’ll have to dig deep and fill her in on everything she deserved to know.
“First time we met was when we were growing up, we used to hang around with the same people. S he left when she was sixteen, the next time I saw her was when we bumped into each other again after thirteen years”
“That is it?” she asked raising her eyebrows, she seemed disappointed.
“Yeah, it was everything that happened after we met that turned into one hell of a story”
“You could start from the beginning” she enticed.
“There was an instant attraction between us, two days after we saw each other again we spent the weekend together, she was a completely different woman to the girl I used to know. She was strong, assertive, she had this power around her. Of course, I didn’t know about her illness, I fell hard and fast for her” I smiled.
It shocked me to feel good talking about Jas, it hurt to even think about her most of the time in the last three years.
“You are the exact same image of your mother when she was your age” I blurted out.
“I can see the resemblance myself from the pictures I have seen, do you have any photographs of her I could look at?” she asked.
“Sure, I have some of her when she was young too”
“Thank you”
It went quiet while our food arrived, it didn’t feel awkward though. Now I knew I was her father I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was a part of me.
“She mentions your family but nobody from her side. Do I have any other relatives?”
She didn’t know it yet but she had more in common with Jas then she thought, Lizzie was no good for Jas, there was no way I was introducing her to my daughter. As much as I wanted to I couldn’t lie to Ava.
“Her father died about ten years ago, her mother lives here in Cambridge. She once mentioned a cousin in Kent, apart from them she never spoke of anyone else”
“Do you think I could meet her mother one day?”
“She isn’t a very nice person and she has a drinking problem. She and Jas didn’t get along well at all. She uses people and turns nasty when she
“Shall we go and get something to eat?” I asked , wanting to get away from prying ears.
“Sure” she agreed, “Will it be okay if I carry on staying here with you and Henry?” she said , turning to face my mum.
“Of course, you’re more than welcome” she replied, struggling to retain the huge grin across her face.
“She won’t be late, come on, I know a place we can go to.”
Chapter Three
“I bought Jas, your mother here once”
“Will you tell me about what she was like?” she asked.
“Did you ever try to Google her before coming here?” I asked, trying to find out what she already knew.
“I did, there were many photographs of her and some of you. I mainly found articles on her death and about Jasmine Enterprises. Nothing really about her”
“I know, I Googled her once and found the same, well obviously not about her death but all I saw was her career. I was approached a couple of years ago to tell my story of our life together by some guy who wanted to write a book, tell the world who Jasmine Collins really was”
“Why didn’t you do it?” she asked.
“Because I didn’t feel comfortable talking about our relationship and Jas would have hated it. She made it a point to stay private as much as she could” I told her.
“Makes her seem like a mystery”
“That she definitely was,” I muttered.
She didn’t know a lot so I was going to have to fill in the blanks after all.
“I don’t know where to start,” I admitted.
“Why don’t you start with how you met?” she offered.
I hadn’t spoke of Jas in depth to anyone since her death, I didn’t have to as they knew her but our daughter knows nothing. Somehow I’ll have to dig deep and fill her in on everything she deserved to know.
“First time we met was when we were growing up, we used to hang around with the same people. S he left when she was sixteen, the next time I saw her was when we bumped into each other again after thirteen years”
“That is it?” she asked raising her eyebrows, she seemed disappointed.
“Yeah, it was everything that happened after we met that turned into one hell of a story”
“You could start from the beginning” she enticed.
“There was an instant attraction between us, two days after we saw each other again we spent the weekend together, she was a completely different woman to the girl I used to know. She was strong, assertive, she had this power around her. Of course, I didn’t know about her illness, I fell hard and fast for her” I smiled.
It shocked me to feel good talking about Jas, it hurt to even think about her most of the time in the last three years.
“You are the exact same image of your mother when she was your age” I blurted out.
“I can see the resemblance myself from the pictures I have seen, do you have any photographs of her I could look at?” she asked.
“Sure, I have some of her when she was young too”
“Thank you”
It went quiet while our food arrived, it didn’t feel awkward though. Now I knew I was her father I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was a part of me.
“She mentions your family but nobody from her side. Do I have any other relatives?”
She didn’t know it yet but she had more in common with Jas then she thought, Lizzie was no good for Jas, there was no way I was introducing her to my daughter. As much as I wanted to I couldn’t lie to Ava.
“Her father died about ten years ago, her mother lives here in Cambridge. She once mentioned a cousin in Kent, apart from them she never spoke of anyone else”
“Do you think I could meet her mother one day?”
“She isn’t a very nice person and she has a drinking problem. She and Jas didn’t get along well at all. She uses people and turns nasty when she
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