KIA
Daddy, who is this man with a potato head?”
We all looked up in shock at Klara's words and bursted into laughter. I knew Klara wouldn't be nice to him at the first meeting, so I wasn't too. I wasn't too surprised when she asked that question. I walked up to meet her as she was just coming out from her dressing room.
“You haven't answered my question, Daddy,”
“What questions honey?” I asked, pretending not to have heard clearly, in order for her to repeat what she said.
“I asked, who was this uncle with a potato head, was?” she repeated.
“Ohh, the potato head uncle is actually my brother. He is your uncle,” I said with a smirk I could feel Gabriel glaring at me from behind.
“Potato head? Do I really have a potato-shaped head?” He asked her.
“Humm, kind of. The top of your head i
