Yala Smith
It took me about two hours to finally get downstairs for breakfast because my neck was so bruised that I had to use almost a ton of makeup just to hide all these marks that Charles left on my skin.
When I reach the garden for breakfast, my father is already sitting there reading his newspaper, and when he sees me, a smile immediately lights up his face.
— Wow, my daughter looks more beautiful than ever. — he says, looking me up and down. — If I didn't know you, I'd say all this effort is for some mysterious boyfriend.
I'm wearing a black mermaid-style dress with a high waist that goes below my knees, its sleeves are off-the-shoulder, and with a pair of stiletto heels, it makes me look more elegant than usual.
I smile at him but shake my head no.
— Good morning, Dad. You kn
