EMILY'S STANDPOINT
"Clean up girls and don't forget to lock up when you're leaving," Dad smiled, leaving us behind.
"It's nice meeting you Mr. Davis," Aimee said, smiling gleefully.
"Quit calling me Mr. Davis," he waved her off and she frowned.
"What else would I call you?"
"How about you call me Dad like the nut cracker beside you. At least I'll be glad to know I have a more sensible daughter." I scoffed not replying him because I could tell he was trying to upset me intentionally.
"Awnnnn, can I really call you Dad?" Aimee pouted, looking like a cute puppy. This girl had to be a con artist in her past life because why does she have this pitiful yet beautiful set of eyes capable of changing one's mind in a second?
"Sure, why not? I'll be more than glad to have another daughter," Dad replied, smiling.
"You can call him sugar daddy if you like," I said sarcastically.