Maya’s P. O. V
“Is that really what you want?” asked Dad in a low voice while it seemed like he was still busy thinking about something important. Unconsciously or not, his brows furrowed a little bit, making the creases on his forehead visible more than before, as soon as he looked at the rear view mirror to make an eye contact with Mr Miller to let him know about something which he did not want to tell out loud in front of me, may be.
I could not help but sigh, realising that Dad did believe in my words without any argument this time, which means I did not need to come up with any other excuses in order to hide my secret.
Good enough.
“Yes, Dad.” I replied firmly.
Soon, the car stopped in front of our villa with a loud screeching noise. I looked out of the window only to see that
