.Lucio.
On the way back home, Sofia doesn’t stop talking about how nice a day she had. My head thinks of completely different things and the way we left it feels unfinished. And I hate unfinished.
“Right, Dad?”
“Huh sorry what?”
Sofia rolls her eyes. “That it was fun and that you like my dress too.”
I nod. “Yes, the dress is beautiful,” I answer her honestly.
Her dress is indeed beautiful. The discussion we had in the store about the color red was less beautiful, but I am glad that she eventually chose a black dress and that Melissa also wore a soft pink dress instead of red. All thanks to Meredith who supported my whole issue with red.
I take the bags out of the car but Sofia takes the bags out of my hands.
“I can do that myself.” She walks in front of me and I walk in behind her
