(Monique’s POV)
Walking back to the balcony where I could see dad and my husband watching me and waiting for me to join them for breakfast, I saw that dad smiling as usual and Fabio, on the other hand, chose to look nonchalant at all.
“Finally, you're here. Fabio and I have been waiting for you so we can already eat breakfast,” dad said to me soon as I stepped foot on the balcony.
“You seemed to be enjoying yourselves here while I was in the yard. What were you talking about? Were you talking about me?” I asked in a joking tone, teasing them.
I glanced at my husband before I occupied the empty seat right next to his seat.
“Well, we were just discussing how gentle of a woman you are, hija,” dad answered while obviously being humorous.
It was a big humor, I am aware, because I know to
