The ride home from Governor Arkin’s mansion was filled with an air of contentment that Nancy hadn’t expected. Franco, seated beside her in the car, wore a proud smile on his face, occasionally glancing at her with warmth in his eyes.
It was clear he was overjoyed with how things had turned out that day. As they pulled up to their driveway, Franco parked the car and turned to Nancy, who was still pretending to be his daughter, Angela.
“I can’t believe how you handled everything today, Angela,” Franco said, his voice full of gratitude. “I… I want to thank you. You’ve done something important for our family.”
Nancy, slipping into her role flawlessly, smiled softly, knowing exactly how to respond. “I did it for us, Dad,” she replied respectfully. “For our family.”
Franco sighed, leaning b
