Luca
I knew as soon as I saw the box and card sitting on the kitchen island, that it was fathers work. My heart sunk but I still forced the smile on top my face as Alice squealed.
“Is that for me?” She was clapping her hands like an excited toddler and the next smile on my face was genuine. I loved her. Her innocence. It was like she had never had a present before.
“It's not for me” I busied myself with pulling the juice out of the fridge. “I think it's from my dad”
“I don’t think he likes me very much”
Her words were almost sad and froze. If she had picked up on that so soon then we were in trouble. Not that I cared if the old man liked her or not. I liked her.
Plan be damned.
“He’s just a cranky old man, he will love you as much as I do” I brushed my lips over her waywa
