105: Choices Made

Camilla My Dad, dressed in his suit, walked forward, with his hands around the woman's waist. All of us were stunned. We were supposed to be happy that he had arrived, but with what we were seeing here, I didn't think that was going to be possible. I set my eyes on my mother, and she was looking infuriated. In fact, she was angry cause I was mad as hell. Why in the world would Dad do such a thing? Was he high or something? What the heck was going on here? I couldn't understand why my father was doing this, but it was so stupid. "What's with those faces? Don't you all misss me?" He asked, walking closer, with his hand still around the blonde. She should be in her thirties if I wasn't a mistaken. Her whole face was covered with makeup. She looked like a tart to me. "Dad, who is this? And why do you have your hand around her?" Lewis asked, looking at the woman who had that irritating smirk on. "Is that how you welcome your father?" "What do you expect him to say, huh?" My mother ch