It had been two years since my father had died when I was sixteen, and I never thought I would love anyone as much as I loved him. My Mother started dating this tall handsome man with really aristocratic features about a year after Dad died, and at first I resented him, but as time went by, I grew to like him more and more. Mum was so happy with him, and he even paid attention to what I was doing and encouraged me to appl...