.Ya im near your houseShe:inside raMe:okay I knock it but u find the doors open i say her that she says go in i go in call fr aunty but no one respond... then she says go search in rooms and i go check the rooms but i don’t find them then she is like okay now go to my room and take my pic and send me i need it urgent so i go to her room and i just open it and i wen i switch on the light i get the shock of my life my babe is waiting there for me in my favorite dress god i just cant believe this i. She locked herself in a stall and cried, her tears now unchecked, her throat painfully tight as she tried to stifle her tears.There was a tentative tap on the door. A soft Scottish voice was again asking, “Miss MacLean, please, can I help you? After all, we are both MacLean.”Megan savagely pulled sheets from the dispenser, dabbed at her eyes and wiped her cheeks. She tried to breathe deeply, calmly. Giving a little sniffle, she stood and opened the door.The mother was standing there and she. "Ninety seven million pounds," he said flatly like it was just a few pence."Ninety seven million pounds," I repeated."Yes, yes, a tidy sum," he said."Ninety seven million," I whispered to myself."Of course, that is the total assets, there's not a lot of cash, I'm afraid," he said. "Let's see." Well, actually, I'm wrong," he said with a smile. "Because your great uncle has been ill for some time now, three years I believe in a nursing home, his funds seemed to have built up. What normally. ’ He almost shoved her away then as he grew a little angry. ‘Stop teasing me, damn it,’ he growled. ‘I mean it.’ Subdued, she lay her cheek against his chest. The music, as if on cue, slowed and became something romantic. He held her a little tighter, praying that someone would interrupt them. But no one would. They smiled at them, unaware of the struggle he was having with his self control. A bridesmaid and the b*****r of the groom’s father, they probably thought it was so CUTE. He understood.