*Della*
As Mr. Cary drove me to his house, I couldn't help but imagine different things in my head. I didn't want to believe that he just cared for me because I was his best friend's daughter and he felt responsible for me. I needed to clear my doubts.
“Mr. Cary, can I ask you a question?" I uttered.
He turned his head to look at me. “Yes, dear. You can ask me anything."
I gulped nervously and lowered my head. “If I wasn't James' daughter, would you treat me the same way you are treating me right now?"
Mr. Cary narrowed his gaze and looked at me again. “I don't understand you, Della," he responded with great confusion written all over his features.
“What if I wasn't your best friend's daughter and just some random girl? Would you still care so much for me? Would you give me so mu
