Dalia's POV
"Faye! Get back here! Vittore where the fuck is Adrinao?!" I shouted, turning the corner to chase after Faye.
God she was fast. I managed to find the giggling little shit hiding behind the cough and grabbed her around the waist.
"Faye I'm going to kill you," I groaned while trying to put her black shiny shoes on her feet.
She wigged, her dark soft curls bouncing from her pigtails. I hated the fact that she was wrinkling her dress with how much she was moving.
"Faye stop!" I snapped and she didn't let up.
"No mamma, I hate these shoes," she whined.
"I don't care," I grumbled finally managing to get her dressed and placing her down. Her skin was a smooth light brown, so much different from my darker one.
"Ok you can go watch something on TV until your father and I can find your brother," I said and Faye cheered, running to the living room.