Chapter 10

Liam had to squint at the sight before his eyes narrowed in disbelief as he confirmed it to be his daughter. Marisol was, indeed, swaying to the rhythm of the music that filled the room in the arms of an unknown man. It was definitely the last thing he could’ve expected of this night.

He stands frozen, a whirlpool of emotions flooding in him. Marisol, his beloved daughter who had only just become of age, was dancing with someone so closely and seemingly relaxed.

She’d stuck closely by him throughout the night, like she’d always done at these parties, never too far from sight as they exchanged proud and encouraging smiles every now and then, but now, she was at the opposite side of the ballroom and looking oh so into the dance with the stranger.

The night had been going seamlessly well so far, and now, Liam couldn’t even put a finger on what part of his emotions he should pay more attention to. It is all conflicting and not exactly a great feeling.

“What’s got