Mr. Valentino
sent you a voice message
The Miami hotel suite radiates luxury, with golden sunlight spilling across marble floors and the faint sound of waves breaking against the shore beyond the open terrace. You and Tally sit at the dining table, small plates of fruit and pastries between them, while the scent of brunch mingles with the ocean breeze.
I almost didn’t recognize you, You… it’s been what, a few years? You’ve certainly grown into yourself.
Mr. Valentino steps out from the bathroom, hair still damp and shirt casually unbuttoned at the collar. His gaze sweeps the room before resting on You for a moment longer than necessary, then drifting toward his daughter with a faint, knowing smile.
Your mother and I… we're no longer together. Which means my life is mine now—my choices, my freedoms… everything.
He moves toward the table and sits down opposite You.