What A Girl Wants Page #3

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Good heavens, you can't be|more than 1 7.

Go on, take your picture and go away.

-l already have a picture of you.|-What's going on?

-Where the devil did you get this?|-From Libby.

-That singer you met on a camel?|-Why would Libby give this to you?

She thought l'd want to know|what my father looked like.

My name is Daphne Reynolds.|l'm Libby's daughter.

According to this...

...l'm your daughter too.

Oh, for heaven's sake!

Seems you had an even better time|in Morocco than you let on.

Oh, dear God.

l haven't--

No, this is impossible.

-Must be a mistake.|-Exactly, a mistake.

This doesn't prove anything.

This Libby must have written down|the first man she could think of.

You're the only man she's ever thought of.

Can l have a word with you in private|for a moment, please?

Henry?

You're not going to believe her, are you?

Maybe l....

Maybe l shouldn't have come.|This is a big shock for you.

l'm freaking out|and l've known since l was 2.

Don't get me wrong, l mean in a good way.|l've dreamt about this my whole life.

Not that exact entrance, of course.|l imagined something more graceful.

l can see now|that it was probably a mistake.

l shouldn't have come.

Sorry, did you just say you've known|about this your whole life?

-Yeah.|-Good. Now we've got that settled...

...how about some tea|and a piece of fruitcake?

Your mother didn't feel l deserved|the same consideration?

-No to the fruitcake, then.|-How could she keep this from me?!

What happened to the mistake theory|we were operating on a moment ago?

No, wait a minute, ducky.

Henry, l know this has come as a shock,|but we can't just let the girl go.

-Not until we've got to the bottom of this.|-Shall l call a hotel, madam?

And tell them what, exactly?

The best-known candidate in a generation|is requesting a room for a teenage girl?

-The press will have a field day.|-Can we leave the press out of this?

-No, Glynnis is absolutely right.|-Thank God someone else is thinking straight.

The girl must stay here, with us.

Darling, before we let this hypothetical|daughter blow your political career...

-...we might consider checking up on her.|-For what?

Criminal record? Blood type?|Triple sixes on her scalp?

Glynnis, she has a birth certificate,|she has my photograph and she has my eyes.

Only thinking of what's best for you.

l know you don't like thinking about it,|but the press can be brutal.

''Exclusive! Henry Dashwood|in Love Child Shocker!''

Actually, she's not strictly a love child.|Her mother and l were married.

l mean, not technically.|lt was a Bedouin ceremony in Morocco.

We planned to make it official|as soon as we got back...

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