The third point of view
There was no trace of laughter on Reina's face as she took a seat on the couch in her father's spacious cozy office with a touch of modernity.
She looked suave crossing her leg over the other yet the frown was still present with her arms crossed against her chest.
Her father deserved harsh treatment at times, he was just so stubborn. How could he still shamelessly chase after those girls her age? How could she face them? What was she going to call them? Mom? Stepmom? Who should greet who?
"Princess baby, look at daddy" Valentino came to sit beside her in a morose manner. Anyone who saw him at that moment would be shocked for eternity.
The cruel, powerful Sakuzi was begging for his daughter's mere attention; looking like a dog wagging his tail just to attract his master's interest.
"Stop calling me that father, I'm not a child for christ's sake," she complained, throwing her face the other way.
