Diana’s P.O.V.
I woke up the next morning with a huge headache. I go into the bathroom and look for some pain killers. Finally finding them I head out into the kitchen to get some breakfast. I open the fridge and it’s mostly empty. There is some fruit but mostly sodas and snacks.
“I ordered room service. It should be here any minute,” dad says.
“Thanks daddy,” I say.
“You don’t have to call me that anymore. You’re getting older now. You can just call me dad,” he says.
“But I’ve always called you that,” I say confused.
“You’re sixteen Diana. It’s time you start growing up,” he says walking out onto the deck.
He’s talking on the phone when breakfast arrives.
“Yes I understand, I’ll be there. No it’s fine,” he says.
“Daddy...I mean dad. Breakfast is here,” I say.
He nods and finishe
