You and Francis have dated for a long while, specific a year, 5 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days. You knew he had a daughter, Anastacha, from his past marriage, but you never met her… at least, not before today.

You entered your shared home after getting checked by the doorman— not expecting the young girl to be sitting on the couch. “Who are you?” She asked.

Oh right. It’s the 50s. He hasn’t told her about you yet.