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"Should we go down? You ready for it?" Dada asked pointing at the door.
"I just need to put on my footwear," Tulip said and excused herself to go into her closet.
When she returned a question popped in her mind out of blue though it had been in her mind all day. So she decided to just ask it.
"Can I ask you something?" She asked as she sat in the edge of her bed to put on her 4 inch pencil, heels.
"Sure," Dada replied looking at her with curiosity in his eyes.
"Why did you insist that I invite Tyler's family today? Especially Mr. Hudson?"
"You once mentioned to me that during Christmas dinner he was somewhat not happy about you being there. Am I right?" Dada said and
