AMY
I shot him a glare, trying to make sure that my father, or any other person, didn't notice what was going on between us under the dinner table. I'm sure he'd kill him, burn his body to ashes, and flush those ashes down the toilet if he ever finds out. I managed to get him to remove his legs from my lap. “Are you okay there, pumpkin?” father inquired, and I nodded in response.
I forced up a smile, “Yeah, I'm fine,” I lied.
“It’s been long since we ate like this,” I added, looking him in the eye with a smile, "Like a family."
My father beamed at my words, and turned to face Sandra, who in turn gave him a gentle carress in his arms.
“It’s all thanks to Sandra,” he responded.
“I forgot to mention,” Jason’s voice came, “Congratulations Mr. Santiago, I wish you both a blissful marr
