"What are you doing here?" Amanda leaned back on the door with an unsuspecting expression and asked.
"I just wanted to check on Tracy but I couldn't find her in her room. I thought she was with you, so I came to check." Olivia's eyes stared at Amanda as if trying to look past her into the room. Her hairstyle was neatly pulled back, and her outfit was that of someone going out for a party, vibrantly red.
"My dad left for less than an hour, and you came running to look for Tracy. I bet you still love her," Amanda said, her eyes dimmed a little becoming moist.
"What are you talking about Amanda, you're my only daughter." Olivia's luscious green hair fluttered with the wind, calmly denying Amanda's claims.
"Then why are you looking for her?"
"You see, Tracy is still legally my husband's adopted daughter. I was just checking on her accordingly as a legal guardian."
