A small smile crossed my lips as I noticed Cicila's little pout after hearing what I had just said.
"Uncle, aren't you cheating Aunt Carmela by doing that?" She placed both hands on her hips, trying to act grown-up, which made me chuckle again.
"I just don't want to lose to your aunt," I lied.
"But she deserves to win, Uncle..." Well, I might have agreed if Carmela had been in the right, but she wasn't, and I couldn't let her get away with it.
I motioned Cicila over and squatted down to her level. "I'll help you if you promise to let me and my brother live with you. I don't like staying with Daddy." She stretched out her pinky finger, and I linked mine with hers.
"I promise," I whispered with a smile.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, young master, but the little miss is ready to leave," said the head of security. I lifted Cicila into my arms and led her to the car.
"See you soon, Uncle," she waved as I closed the door.
