||*KEIZER*||
"Hi," I greeted her, walking into my daughter's study.
"Good afternoon, Alpha Keizer." She responded with her attention fixated on the sketch book in front of her, and I walked over, taking the empty seat at the other end of the table.
"What are you sketching?" I asked, an attempt to start a casual conversation with her, but it seems my action of being casual surprised her because she raised her head up, tilting it to the side as she gave me a weird glance.
"It's a design." She replied indifferently, before returning her attention to the sketch book.
"A design for what?" I asked again, and this time when she raised her head, her eyes were squinted at him.
"For a dress gown." She replied skeptically, shaking her head as she cast her attention back to the book.
"For
