'You do what you think best, Gemma, love. You're a grown woman.'
'Then I think it best I stay here. Damian won't be annoyed, will he?'
'Your uncle Damian will understand,' Celeste said firmly.
'My goodness, so he is! I didn't think of that.'
'You've also acquired a grandmother,' Celeste added, 'who's going to come home like a shot once she finds out.'
'A grandmother too!' Gemma gasped. 'Gosh, it's hard to take it all in.'
'It's been quite a day, I have to admit,' Byron intoned drily just as the doorbell rang. 'And it hasn't finished yet. Come on, Gemma, I need moral support to let that mad sister of yours in.'
Gemma laughed and stood up. 'I never thought I'd see the day when you'd become a scared-cat.'
'Well, take a good look, daughter, dear, because come tomorrow I'm going to revert to normal.'
And come tomorrow, she promised herself as she linked arms with her father and walked from the room, I'm going to set about getting my Nathan back!