Unfamiliar places and faces, yet it was warmer than all those she knew. She couldn't resist wrapping her arms around the older handsome man.
He was the man she was going to address as her father. The father she always wished she had but never got the chance to.
Mara let Leonardo's scent calm her. It was a foreign feeling, unlike any she had felt before. His touch was home. It felt like something she has been longing for.
His embrace was sweet and protective. Not coated with lust and desire like a lover's. Rather, it was pure and sought to give protection and hold dear.
"Daddy, I am home." A stray tear escaped from her eyes as the foreign emotions assaulted her. Her voice quivered a little before she broke into a heart-wrenching sob.
Watching from the side, Sarah couldn't help but marvel at how good the girl could act. She walked closer to the prince and stood on her tiptoes before whispering into his ears.