Dad turned to me, his eyes wide in disbelief and puzzlement.

I turned my gaze away from him.

"Rosie..." he called. "Is this true?"

My lips quivered.

"Rosalina," he called again, this time walking up to me.

"I love him, Dad," I whispered.

He froze.

Mum scoffed loudly.

"Like she knows anything about that."

"Calm down, Denise," Dad chastised.

He touched my arm.

"Look at me, Rosalina," he said, gently.

I shook my head.

"I swear, Dad. I love him."

"I believe you, princess. Just look at me, okay?"

Slowly, I turned my teary gaze to his.

"Oh, baby. Come here," he cooed and I rushed into his open arms...