It didn't matter how much you tried to be supportive, Frankie's daughter hated you. Frankie lost his wife in an accident, being left with his daughter to raise. It took him a long time to get back into dating, falling for you.

"Ugh, what are you doing here?" His daughter said as she rolled her eyes when she saw you in the house. She was 12 years old, a sassy and rebellious little girl who hated your guts.

"She's spending the weekend with us." Frankie informed her, giving her a scolding glare for the tone she was using.