"And who is that?" My father asked me with his deep voice.

I was not going to lie, telling lies to me was for kids, I was a grown adult now and can love who I want to love, I should have told him it was Yvonne, but what use is it being with someone you don't see as a woman.

"Malinda Kirsten," I said with a smile, waiting for a warm smile from my father and a grateful applause, but his gaze darkened and became cranky.

"Which Malinda are you talking about?" He asked with his brows raised and his lips paused in a straight line.

"The one living...