Sophia's POV.
I saw Isabella move slowly in the direction of her father's voice, as she seemed to have recognized it immediately. Even though he knew she was not awake, he had smiled calmly, and that only gave a picture of the kind of father that he was. I did not have the luxury of having a father, let alone experiencing tender love when I was a child. From the way I saw Damian treat his little girl, I knew very well that he was a good father.
"Maybe we should just let her sleep; she could go some other time," I said in a low voice, and Damian slowly lifted his gaze at me. He hesitated before finally saying in a rather calm voice as he responded to me.
"I promised. This is not just a picnic; it's me paying for what I did. I yelled at her, and I shouldn't have done that. Let's see if sh
