Meanwhile, Zoe headed up the stairs and passed by her mother. "Morning." But her mother grumbled sleepily. She frowned and headed toward the bedroom.
Zoe looked around at the black curtains and gothic decor. It didn't appeal to her at the moment. She gently shook her father awake, thinking that while it didn't seem to bother her, the black nightgown was not a good look for him.
His eyes shot open. "Why'd you come in here?" He looked annoyed.
"Sorry," Zoe said. "We all need to talk. Family meeting."
"About what?" He said, scowling.
Zoe sighed. "Can you just get dressed and come to breakfast?"
He grumbled and rolled over back under the covers.
Zoe grew angry. She didn't like his attitude. "I'm your daughter and you will show me respect or you're grounded."
Her father sat upright in bed and looked at her. He had a look of confusion on his face. "What the fuck is going on?"
