DANIELLAH
Maybe its having my husband’s support.
Maybe its seeing a girl who doesn’t cry, cry for hours.
Maybe it’s because I have roots and a house now ready for guests or maybe it’s all of the above.
But l feel different sitting in my father’s office. I’m in his chair waiting for him in a red suit that matches my lipstick and black, red bottoms.
My hair is in a sleek high ponytail and my hands are folded over a white envelope.
“What do you mean she’s here?! I told you not—” Oscar budges in and pauses when he sees me.
“My king,” I wave as he dismisses Arina.
“Princess,” he clears his throat and schools his face expression.
“Have a seat,” I motion for the chair opposite to me. “Please,” I smile and he reluctantly takes it.
“What are you doing here?” He unbuttons his jack
