Princess Vittoria Olympia of the Romana Family of Olympus
Every time I thought of the delicate hand that gently rested on my lower back as I sat next to Campbell on the couch because we had to act like the 'in love' couple we were not, I had to fight myself to not burst into a fit of tears and tell my father I was a big fat liar.
In fact I knew he knew that I knew that I was a big fat liar by how his eyes had not left my face since I had blurted out that I had loved Campbell. Why did I even bother to protect him from his father? He was a grown man and he could fight his own battles for all I cared. He did not do anything when I tackled his mistress and yanked her cheap extensions out of her hair.
Clearly I had grown soft by feeling sorry for him for having daddy issues I was extremely unaware of. Maybe it was the fact that I had never witnessed such an argument in my life. The thought of Pa and I fighting that much made my stomach churn.
