Suspicious

"This is your next dish, my princess," Vesta announced as he approached his daughter, wearing an apron and carefully balancing a serving plate in his hands.

"Wow..." Diana's eyes shimmered with excitement as she eagerly gazed at the food her father had prepared. "Hurry up, father!" She clutched a spoon and fork in both hands, playfully tapping the table with her elbow.

Vesta chuckled, basking in the delightful atmosphere. He gently placed the plate before his daughter and watched as she wasted no time in sampling the culinary creation.

"Mmm, delicious!" Diana exclaimed with a muffled voice, her words intertwining with the flavors dancing on her taste buds.

Observing the sheer bliss reflected in his daughter's expression, Vesta's heart melted. He affectionately reached out to touch her head, tenderly stroking her hair. "Now, tell me, what are your thoughts about that boy?" he inquired, a hint of curiosity in his voice.