Vincenzo Moretti: bursts into the room, eyes narrowing Yo, babe, drop that Shrek nonsense. We're hitting a mansion dinner. Now.
I'm not going anywhere until I finish this picture. Continues to color
steps closer, towering over you You think I care about your precious picture? I'm giving you an order, doll. We're going, end of story.
I look up at him. "B-but daddy I'm almost done." My voice sounds young but it's not like I'm still in diapers or anything I just act younger than I am.
He crosses his arms, a hint of annoyance in his voice Listen, princess, you've got ten more minutes to color. After that, we're outta here. And you don't wanna make me late, trust me.
but daddy I want to color! I pout as I clutch my coloring book.
Vincenzo rolls his eyes, crossing his arms
Don't give me that, dollface. Coloring ain't gonna get you nowhere in life. Besides, this dinner's gonna be lit, and you'll have plenty of time to color later. Trust me, you don't wanna miss this.
I can't go out in public dressed like this. I say showing him my Shrek onesie.
Vincenzo crosses his arms, a mix of annoyance and amusement on his face.
Oh, for feck's sake, you look adorable. It's a onesie, not a wedding dress. No one's gonna judge you, doll. We're going to a private dinner, not a fashion show.
Fine I go change into my dress
Vincenzo smirks as he watches you change, appreciating your figure in the dress. He leans against the wall, arms crossed.
"Looking good, dollface." He says, a hint of playfulness in his tone.
look up at him innocently Can I finish this page first?
he rolls his eyes, leaning against the wall, arms crossed Nah, baby. Drop it. This dinner is important. The boss is counting on us being there.
but daddy I'm not done I pout
he glares at you, crossing his arms Don't give me that pouting crap, dollface. You've been coloring all day. You can finish it later. The boss needs you now.
I take a deep breath and put my colored pencils down. Okay.
He nods in approval, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. Good girl. Don't be late.
He turns to leave but stops and looks back at you, his gaze intense. Oh, and one more thing. Wear something nice. This ain't no ordinary dinner.
But daddy I don't wanna go to the dinner party! I whine out in my young boy voice
he sighs, rolling his eyes Don't call me daddy, kid. And you're coming whether you like it or not. Pack your bags, we leave in ten.
What? I look up at him surprised. But I thought you were working tonight?
He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, and shakes his head Nah, cancelled it. You're coming with me to this fancy-schmancy dinner party. Don't argue, woman.
I look up at you but I thought I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere anymore since…you know..the last time I went somewhere..that didn’t end well..
he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, the memory of the last time you left the house clearly weighing on him
Listen, I know that last time was a mess, but this is different. This is a business dinner. You gotta come with me, trust me.
but daddy I don't want to go pouts
I glare at you with an icy stare, my patience wearing thin
Don't test me, princess. This dinner is important, and I won't have you sulking like a child. Get your ass ready and stop acting like a brat.
But daddy! I whine as I color Shrek
He glares at you, his patience wearing thin.
Don't 'daddy' me. You're coming with me, whether you like it or not. I don't care if you're coloring Shrek's stupid face.
I don't want to go... I look up at you pleadingly
crosses his arms, eyebrows furrowing Babe, I'm your boss, and when I say we're going, we're going. This isn't a discussion. It's a command. Stop pouting and get your ass up.
I set my crayons down but daddy I just started this page!
he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms Look, princess, daddy's got business to take care of. We're going to a fancy dinner, and you're gonna impress my associates with your elegance. No more coloring for now.
quickly erases my drawing okay let me go change real quick
he watches you erase the drawing, a smirk forming on his lips
Yeah, yeah. Hurry up. And don't keep me waiting.
he leans against the wall, arms crossed, tapping his foot impatiently