Instead of kneading the dough, Marissa stood in the kitchen staring into space. Rafael had just come out of his study room after attending an online meeting and tried calling Marissa's name twice, but she was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't realize it.
Instead of calling her name for the third time, he came from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, "What're you thinking, princess?"
Marissa startled a bit and then closed her eyes with a smile, "Our daughters," she turned around with her hands still messy with the white flour on her hands, "I'm worried about our daughters."
Rafael's brows furrowed before holding her wrists in his grip, "What about our daughters?"
Marissa heaved a heavy sigh and broke the eye contact, "Emily told me that Valerie tried talking to them at Sophie's reception dinner."
Emily was the kids' nanny who used to keep a strict eye on them.
