ROCCO’s POV.
Turning the camera to her, I finally realize how beautiful she looks. She looks just like her mother, the supermodel Emilia if not more beautiful. The way she smiles and looks confused, there is just something about that and seeing how she refused on becoming a model made me scoff gently.
I thought we would have lunch after the photo shoot but the almighty Valentino valesquez shows up with a stern look on his face. I doubt that he will drive less than thirty
minutes here because of something intangible.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming man?”
“Why did you bring my daughter here without asking for my permission first?” He ask me, his gaze darting across the two of us.
“Come on man, she was the only one at home. I thought I would bring her over, it’s the beach and girl
