I adjust myself, and Maddox gathers my hand as I face him.
"You have to promise not to be mad at our friends and me with what I'm about to say."
I pull my hands and cross them on my chest.
"I smell something fishy here. What exactly do you want to tell me? Say it now, no more buts and swearing." I commanded Maddox.
Maddox's cheeks begin to blush, which rarely happens to him. I don't know if he's embarrassed or nervous about something he wants to confess.
"So?" I said impatiently.
"Baby, this is concerning our island vacation. There is someone who sponsored it, not me."
Now my curiosity begins rising to the highest point. "What do you mean? You told us it was your treat."
"And our friends know about it, we help the man make it happen as he wishes you to have a holiday with us and have some fun. He has the best intention for the reason why we helped him."
"Him?" I question, turning my thoughts to Angelo.
"Yes, a man, your father, Angelo."