"I want papa!" Arabella tugged on her dress continuously. "Now, please."
Evelyn finally looked away from the quickly departing back of Dante. That man had escaped surprisingly quickly from a child and woman.
The chocolate was still in her hand and the speed at which the man had run out made her shake her head at him. He could not even face the consequences of water he had unrivaled.
She looked down to her daughter to look like on the verge of crying and throwing attention. If arabella continued, this was the first tantrum her daughter would throw.
The first tantrum her daughter would throw would not be because of a toy she wanted or a pretty dress but because she wanted a father.
"Mummy, give me a papa!" Arabella cried and the tears were almost there. They would have melted her heart but unfortunately the situation brought her into a more panic minded state than sympathetic.
