Keira’s Dad’s POV
“You need to get dressed for the party!” – I announced.
“Yes daddy…but I…”
“…I got you a dress for the party already and I making your favorite as well” – I cut in.
If there’s another thing she knows I’m good at, then it’s If I tell you to do something, I won’t allow you give an excuse nor say anything that would change my mind, not until you’re done with the task. She knows me too well for that, and she knew that trying to prove anything to me would not fall into a listening ear, not untill she’s done prepared for the party.
She raised up the dress I picked from his bed and showed him, blushing like a Chinese dog.
“Now go!” – I ordered softly.
She hopped her way back to her room, like a dog wagging it’s tail, as she left the kitchen, leaving me with a priceless sm
