ROSALINDA.
Papà was skimming through a file when we entered his office. The second he saw us, he set it aside, focusing his attention on us.
“My lovely daughters.” He beamed, a face-splitting grin tugging his lips apart, surprising us.
Sofia and I flicked our gazes at each other, confusion roaming our features, before returning our gazes to Papà.
He had been stern with us since the whole pregnancy and Oliver issue. So, seeing him talk to us cheerfully was quite surprising and suspicious.
“You asked for us.” I muttered, approaching his desk.
“Yes, I did.” He leapt to his feet and walked around his desk, stopping before us.
“Rosalinda, Sofia.” He continued, darting his gaze between us. “I know I’ve not been the best father. Looking back at what happened, I realised I should have handl
