Tiffany blushed red and looked down.
Their eyes accidentally met when both of them tried to glance at each other. They stared at each other for a while until Mr. Luttrell called her. He was waving from a distance.
“You should go, Anie. Your father is calling for you.” Seree insisted.
“Bye Seree.” Tiffany nodded, spun around and arranged her steps toward Mr. Luttrell. Her heart was heavy in leaving the Malay youth. She waved at her father and fasten her steps.
Mr. Luttrell got down from his brilliant white horse, smiling at his daughter. He was a wealthy middle aged man with brown, straight hair and green eyes with fair skin. He wore an elegant black satin vest, jacket, long black pants, shiny black shoes and an ebony black hat.
Tiffany closed her parasol and hugged her father tightly. “Hi daddy. I thought that you were going to see the king today,” said Tiffany.
“I am going there, sweet. But your mommy wants you to come with us so we can meet the prince. Since the prince is looking for a bride, your mother and I want to see if he would choose you as his future wife. Of course he will have to wait until you are eighteen to marry you,” Mr. Luttrell explained.
“I see. Are you here to invite me to join your trip to the palace?” Tiffany asked, trying to smile.
“If you want to come you can come. If you want to stay and play with the ponies and horse you can stay,” Mr. Luttrell answered. He knows his daughter very well.
Tiffany looks down, “What does mommy want me to do?”
“It is you to decide and nobody else,” Mr. Luttrell replied and lifted the chin of his daughter with his thumb and index finger.
“I’m not good at making decisions daddy,” she confessed.
He shook his head. “I think you know what you want,” glancing at Seree.
“Daddy!” Tiffany blushed and hit her father’s chest softly a few times.
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