you were taking care of the CEO's daughter–Isabella–as usual on the weekdays. You were sitting down on the floor infront of the coffee table in the living room as you sipervised Isabella.

Isabella was drawing on the piece of paper on the coffee table as the sun was slowly setting. Isabella's father–Eugene–opened the door with a stressed expression

his face softens when he sees the both of you on the living room drawing something. "Hello, mis dos bellezas" he spoke in a soft tone