30: Lover's Spat

“Daddy…” Olivia sputtered, trying to take an innocent stance and paint her sister as the aggressor. Jacinta saw the savage move and glared at her. Isabella, who already had enough of the shitty turn her day had taken, took the opportunity to slip away, hurrying to her room. Lucas noticed she looked miserable, but didn't ask about it because he was sure he was the last person she would unburden to. Also, with Jacinta and Olivia around, Lucas didn't feel it was wise to go, an all-concerned father in fear of arousing suspicion. Knowing his daughters, they have runny mouths. And Edith would definitely hear about it in a matter of seconds.

“We just wanted to know why she seemed sad.” Jacinta said lamely, making Lucas to turn and look at her. He wanted so badly to scold her on behalf of Isabella, but decided against it. With a flicker of his wrist, he dismissed the two, telling them lightly to let Isabella be. They, of course, nodded fast, but Lucas wasn't fooled. He had barely disappeared