SOFIA
I sprinkled salt and pepper on top of the rice and vegetables, tossed them in the pan and drained the excess grease and poured the concoction over the rice and plated it all into my best dish. I passed Alessandra the garlic bread and vegetables to put on the table.
“Joaquin, I'm not going to sugarcoat this. Why are you with my daughter?” my father blurted out.
“Your daughter is amazing, and I love everything about her.”
I stayed quiet as my father grilled him.
“She’s our baby. For her to get kidn*pped on your watch doesn't sit well with us,” Mom spoke.
“I understand. But let me make this clear, Sofia will never be in that situation again,” Joaquin said.
“My brother can be an a*s, Mr. and Mrs. Chambers,” Alessandra said and I giggled.
“Sofia,” Mom chastised.
“Sorry.”
“He’s o
