I was instructed by Dad to apologize to Tyler. He even accompanied me to the guestroom to make sure I do it.
“Tyler?” Dad knocked on the door.
“Yes, Sir?” Tyler opened the door halfway.
Why is he even here when school has not yet started?
“Francesca has something to say to you.” Dad c****d his head to the side, prompting me to apologize already.
“Dad, can I talk to Tyler in private instead?”
Does he have to supervise me while I apologize, making sure I say the right words? What does he think of me? A child?
“That’s better. But no funny business, Francesca. I want you and Tyler to get along within the day.” Dad narrowed his eyes at me.
I wanted to roll my eyes, but I can’t, with Dad observing me.
“Yes, Dad.”
Dad left us and I was left standing outside
