Richard's POV
Shrieking excitedly, Daisy jumps into my embrace, tossing the bouquet away.
The action jerks me out of my reverie, making me wonder if she knows I am her father just like I just got to know tonight.
It makes my heart tug in pain. Seeing Arabel again reminds me of what I have lost; love, a good, kind, and submissive woman, and a beautiful baby like Daisy.
“Hi,” I wave awkwardly at Arabel who has confusion written all over her as to why I am here. She does not reply to me.
Instead, she asks. “Did you follow me here?”
I should have known she would ask that. Everyone would have asked that but I didn't.
Just before I can defend myself, Daisy cuts me to it.
“You made it,” Daisy screams again, making Arabel open her eyes wide to stare from me to her daughter.
Daisy
