Amara's POV

I peeked and hid behind the glass, and there was shy Alice having a great time with the sleazy man I despised the most. "Ah, why did I have to meet him?... If this is how it goes, who should I ask for help to pick up my three daughters?"

I clenched my fists, so frustrated and angry seeing them so close that I could hear their laughter.

"What should I do now?" I was confused, holding onto my head.

I paced back and forth, trying to figure out how to handle all of this, but as I was about to step back, I bumped into someone.

"Sorry!"...