Nuestra Estrella

You ungrateful guys!

Vivian's POV :

"Let's eat. Rian needs food." Lucas chuckled out.

"When does he not?" Roman said to which Rian glared at him but didn't deny.

Then we all moved to the dining table and the workers brought out the food and we started eating.

"Okay, I have to ask this. Papá why were you scared?" I questioned the question which had been bugging me for a while.

"What do you mean estrella?" He asked.

"I mean on call yesterday and today, when I came here, you were like totally worried and your tone said that you were scared. Why? I mean the brothers had great reactions" I asked.

"Oh I was just messing with you." He said dismissively.

"Messing with me?" I asked him in a disbelieving tone.

"Yeah." Papá shrugged in reply like it's not a big thing.

"Seriously?! You practically made me freak the hell out because you wanted to mess with me?" I exclaimed throwing my hand up. Then I looked at my brothers and saw them looking at the edge of laughter. Oh god!

"You guys were in on the plan! That's so bad. How could you do this to me?! I had a dream-less  sleep due to this!" I cried out dramatically.

"Okay okay sorry. Not stop whining." Papá said to which I just playfully glared at him.

"But you gotta admit. It was fun." Rian said.

"For you." I deadpaned.

"Okay true." He replied.

I don't know why but the way he said that just made me laugh.

Then we all started laughing and that's how the lunch went.

"Hey tiger, how's your wound?" Lucas asked when we were all seated in the living room.

"Oh it's all okay now. Doesn't even hurt." I told him.

"That reminds me, you didn't give me the name estrella." Papá said to me.

"What name?" I asked him confused.

"The name of the person who hit you." He said, now in a slight angry voice that I got hurt.

"Papá it's okay. You don't have to know. I'm fine and it was just a misunderstanding." I explained while glancing at Roman who was looking at me with worry. He's worried about me or about Papá finding out it's him, I don't know.

"I don't care if it was a misunderstanding only. He hurt you and so I need his name. Now tell me his name." Papá said with finality.

Now many of you might think that papá isn't understanding me and all that stuff. Well in a way it's true only. But the thing is that he didn't have to care for a daughter before and he might feel bad for missing all those years of my life. Also, he has a right to be worried about me even if I can take care of myself. That's why I'm not gonna fight him, rather I'll just explain. I don't want to make him feel bad but I also don't want to let him get his way, which, in this situation is wrong, without any explanation.