I hate days like this, she thought, then looked at her father.
He sat in his regal sculpted chair, focused on the closed book in front of him. For a second she studied his face intently. Weird, he has not said a word since I entered.
Biting her lower lip, she started to frown as an uncomfortable silence hung in the room. He seems a tad too serious. OH no! Lecture! Her mind screamed at her. Darn it! Pulling her shoulders back, she rose to her feet, ignoring the squeaking noise the leather made.
His black eyes lifted. Here we go, he thought as he took in her countenance as she stood behind the chair. Her eyes, making little sparks. His dead heart sank to his shoes. She was not going to comply without enough motivation.
One mousey coloured eyebrow arched. “Not sitting down?” he asked hopeful.
Shaking her head, strands of blond curls came loose and bounced about. “Depends...”
“On?” He tried to keep his tone level.
She took a deep breath. “Whether I’m in trouble or not.”
Coughing, he tried to conceal a laugh. She was a handful, to say the least. “You’re not,” he reassured her. “Not that I am aware of...” His smile started to dwindle and his brow creased together constricting into a worried frown. “Unless there is something I need to be informed of?”