Aleia’s pov
He was here, my father was here. I hurriedly wore my lipstick. Just a light nude color to bring out my face and make me look presentable. I pushed Theo away, telling him to go warm up the food while I welcome father.
He walked away grumbling about how he is a guest and I have turned him into a houseboy, I laughed at his cuteness.
I walked to the door, holding it open for my dad.
“Welcome dad,” I greeted with a wide smile.
“Yeah, I don’t know why we couldn’t have dinner at my place” he grumbled,
“Because we haven’t had dinner together since you got here, now stop complaining” I scolded him, he startled but otherwise maintained his peace.
What a stubborn old man,
I led him to the dining table, pulling out a chair for him to sit.
“Where is the food?” he asked impatiently, I glared at him, placing a hand on my hip.
“I am sorry, did you have something better to do?” I stared him down, he gulped before shaking his head. That’s what I thought.