Adrian’s POV
Sari has been thrilled to get back home. I would have been too but going home means taking trouble back there. For now, I don’t want a s**t to happen to my daughter.
Her face beams as she picked up a new dress for Ariana.
“Honey, how is it?” She asked and I, instantly, melted hearing ‘honey’ coming from her.
Not even looking at the white dress she picked, I whispered “Beautiful” just looking at her.
She blushed and quickly turned away, getting the meaning behind of my action.
I love how she understands me well. Under my stoic face, she can feel if I am angry or jealous. Despite that, she loves teasing me.
My phone pinged and I frowned at the message I received.
It tagged a picture of Sari shopping here and I was quick to sweep a glance around. Afar, from where we stood
