Oh, God! No! He shouldn't come inside.
She didn't want to be alone with this man. He was not trustworthy.
With this thought, Aniya got up like lightning and dashed to open her door. Alaric was placing his foot on the last step when she came out of her room and forced a smile onto her face.
"I heard you, Dad," she closed the door behind her, "No need to say thanks. I enjoy cooking for you."
Valerie was standing down with her head tilted upwards and she was beaming. For some reason, she seemed unusually cheerful, and Aniya couldn't help but wonder if this happiness had anything to do with her cooking skills.
Is there something going on, that I don't know of? She asked herself.
Alaric was struggling to mask the disappointment as surprise flickered across his face, "Uh. Yeah… I… you cooked good food. Thank God, you're back. He-he," He looked down at Valerie with a chuckle, "Right, honey?"
