Hanna
“Are you nervous?” I asked my sister.
“Honestly, I’m excited. I hope she’s nice. The way dad talked about her, he sounded different. She’s really pretty. I liked the pictures of them.
I nodded as I opened my phone. Dad has sent five more pictures of them. I smiled at the one with them on his motorcycle. Our father could be a movie star. He was that handsome, and to be honest, this Illiana woman complimented him well. There was a picture of them standing next to each other, arms around one another, and they were smiling at the camera. She was so much shorter than him. Of course, a lot of women were.
“Her eyes, Tiff, she looks so happy. I think she really likes dad,” I said, as I scrolled to another picture. They were wine tasting, and they had the arms entwined as the
