"Daddy!" Viviana called, walking into her father's house midday- not really expecting him to answer. She came by to pick up a box she'd left upstairs.
Viviana hung her coat on a nearby rack and walked towards the kitchen.
"Greta." She said, holding her hands out to the housekeeper.
"Ms. Viviana." Greta said, then corrected herself. "Sorry, Sorry. Mrs. Viviana."
Viviana smiled.
"How are you, Greta?" She asked, looking around the kitchen. Viviana hadn't been at her father's house for a while.
"Good, how are you enjoying your new home?" Greta said, referring to the house.
"It's nice. Big." She said simply, trying not to be suspicious. "I just came by to pick up some boxes from my room. Too bad I missed daddy."
"It is. He just stepped out too, but he shouldn't be long." Greta sa
