He quirked his eyebrow quizzically. "You sure, sweetie? You're not angry or upset with me?"
She shook her head slightly, frowning as she looked away from his piercing blue gaze. "No, not really. It was kind of embarrassing, but I don't understand why you had to run off that way. It doesn't make sense! And why are you calling me ‘sweetie' all the time? What's wrong with your own name?!"
"Violetta, it wasn't easy for me either. But it's different for everybody else. You're special. Everybody loves you, honey," he told her, gently caressing her cheek as his eyebrows creased together sadly. "But, hey, it's good to hear that you're doing better."
Violetta rolled her eyes exasperatedly. "Yes, dad, thank you very much for your concern," she muttered dryly. She took another swig of her coffee,
