Carlo Morris

I stared at the old man as his eyes were fixed to the magazine in his hands, he grinned and turned to look at me.

"Carlo." He dubbed with a satisfactory smile on his face, obviously he was proud of the news he just read.

"Father." I replied.

"You've done well and I never knew you could design such beautiful dresses." He looked at the paper again and nodded his head. "I should have let you do this ever since you've wanted it, shouldn't have forced you to read..." He stopped and gawked at me. "I'm proud of you." I bowed my head, taken aback by my father's...