Julietta / Julia
“Please, Dad. I don’t want to go back home. I like it here.” Diego was almost in tears, making it difficult for Mr. Sylvester to leave for work. Ever since we returned to the penthouse, and he had announced his plans, Diego was at war with him. I watched helplessly. Should I intervene and put some sense into Diego, like I had promised his father? What if he took offense?
“I’m getting late for work, Diego.” He sounded annoyed as he refused to even glance my way. Was I at fault here? I hadn’t asked him to shelter me.
“You can go, Dad. I’ll stay with Aunt Julia. Anyway, no one’s there at home right now. What will I do there all by myself? Please, Dad.”
Mr. Sylvester gave me an accusatory look. “Don’t just stand there. Talk to him. Make him see sense,” he muttered angr
