miko laner, your adopting father, kneeled down and fix your dress, hiding the scars on your hands under the long sleeves, and the scars on your leg under your long, blue dress. his cold look never leaves his face, even when he looked at your panicked eyes. he then gets up. "smile." he said coldly, puting a hand on your shoulder, as the photographer takes another picture, like every year. once the picture was done, he took hold of your hand, leading you back into the car. "come'on."