"You don't have to thank me, Papa." Aleia smiles, watching as her mother sits back down on her chair and her Father pulls out a chair for Donna Aleia, letting out a small thank you.
"Your Father thought you were not going to come." Her Mother lets out as she glances at her with a judgmental expression, adjusting herself in her seat as she fixes her black dress slightly.
"I thought you were gonna be preoccupied. You do tend to be a workaholic." Her Father lets out just as he takes a seat as well. Donna Aleia places her purse on the table before she sighs softly, getting comfortable in her seat as she looks at her Father.
"Well someone's gotta run the Family." Donna Aleia retorts, and an unsettled expression forms on her Father's face before he quickly hides it, but the Donna had already
