CHAPTER EIGHT

Rosalind

Marina glared at my father, who looked completely shocked.

The onlookers whispered amongst each other and I gritted my teeth in annoyance. What is Marina trying to do? And why to my father?

My father’s grey eyes furrowed with confusion as he looked down at Marina, who still had her finger stretched at him.

“Who is this? What do you mean by that and why are you pointing at me?” My father questioned, annoyance rubbing off him as we all stared at Marina.

How dare she point at my father disrespectfully? It was one thing to treat me like trash, but my father? She must be wishing for trouble.

“That’s not a way to address my father, Marina. Is there something you need to say? Then say it without acting like a child.”

She looked taken aback by my words, and I knew she hated being told to do.

She opened her mouth to speak, but James gave her a look before putting on a wide smile and stretching out a hand to my father, looking more respectful that ever, and nothing like the man who j