Papa saw me in different light after that day. There was a mixture of pride and satisfaction on his face. I cast my gaze down in shame. Little did I know that the song I sang with Vine yesterday would go viral.
"My business partner called me, he said you sing well," he praised.
I snorted. "It's been a while, Pa. I'm ashamed of what you're saying."
He laughed. "Why? I saw the video and it looks like you inherited your mother's talent."
"Really, Pa?" I grinned. "Mama sings well?"
"Stop it, you two! We're in front of the food," Mama scolded us, huffing in annoyance.
Papa and I laughed together. The assistants hid their smiles. Mama's eyes narrowed but she didn't say a word. I just shook my head. I remembered when I heard Mama sang once, and it's really quite... passable.
"But you didn't ask permission yesterday, Rishel," Papa said sternly.
I lost my smile. "I forgot, Pa. Sorry."
"Who drove you home y
