"You must miss him," Rory commented gently, "My dad's out in California. He calls sometimes, but... it's not the same s as if he were actually in my life, you know?" She loved her dad, and loved when he came to visit, but he was almost just this guy who was fun to hang out with and spoiled her when he did bother to show.
"They very quickly tried to take total control of her life, them and my paternal grandparents. Decided she and my dad had to get married. She didn't want to because she knew if they did there was no way they could follow their dreams," she shrugged. She didn't really miss anything from having her dad not in her life... she had an entire town looking out for her.
"Like I said, they don't get my mom," she added, following John into what looked to be a living room or sitting room of some kind. There was a fancy stone fireplace in the room, unlit right now. Rich, deep drapieries open on massive windows. Light wallpaper and white chair rail and panneling on the bottom 3rd of the room.
There were overstuffed chairs and a few more formal looking loveseats grouped around a coffee table. As with all the other rooms they'd looked in, not a speck of dust rested on the surfaces or floated like little sparkles in the sunlight.