Harlow walked down the stairs that led to the dining room cautiously, not wanting to trip and break her ankle. As she neared the room she could hear Luther, her father conversing happily with a man. She stood outside the large doors that lead to the dining room nervously. She hated wearing dresses and heals. She also hated the fact she would have to smile and make fake small talk. She straightened her posture and prepared to open the doors. No matter what she could've done it wouldn't have prepared her for what happened next.