Another Life, Another Me

7. Whoopsie

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"Cordelia! Cordelia, where are you!? Cordelia!!!" My father yelled my name in his struggle to find me. 

The mansion's servants were scurrying around the estate while searching each and every location they could think of. Guards even came to look for evidence of a kidnapping.

Whoopsie...it seems that I caused a lot of trouble.

"Father! I am here! It's okay!" I yelled over to him. He was so focused on finding me that it seems that he didn't realize that I was right in front of him. (A/N: what an idiot...)

"...Cordelia? Is that you? Oh, sweetie, I was so worried!" My father momentarily seemed shocked as he sprinted towards me, locking me in a tight embrace. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I promise I won't do that again..." I said genuinely. 

I stared at my father's face and realized that he was heavily sweating. He was out of breath from trying to find me. 

But even though I was already in front of him, his face was still etched with worry. 

I should feel guilty for making him worry, but I felt kind of happy that he worried about me so much. In my previous life, my parents wouldn't have cared if I left our home for months.

I actually have a dad that cares whether I'm alive or not now! So...yay!!

After a while of me inwardly crying due to his squeeze, he noticed my ripped dress and became pale. 

It seems that he has misunderstood why my dress is ripped...shoot...

"Why is your dress ripped!? Were there people after you?!" My father's worry slowly changed into anger.

Shoot. I'm in trouble.

"No...there were no bad guys. I'm super sorry, Daddy! I'm so sorry for making you worried...I'm so sorry..." I told him in my babyish voice. 

I even accidentally cried to convince him. I know my dad has a weakness to my tears!

"Oh, sweetie! It's okay! I'll forgive you, but never do that again, okay?" My father squeezed me even tighter and it started to become difficult to breathe.

"DADDY! I C-CAN'T B-BR-BREATHE!!!! S-STOP IT!!!!" I managed to squeak out. 

I really need to fix this problem of his.

"Oh! I'm sorry, princess! You were just so cute, so I just..." My father looked sad now, so I patted him on his head.

"It's okay. I forgive you, Daddy!" I gave him a cheery smile. 

For some reason, my father blushed and held his chest as if an arrow had shot him. Then, he suddenly squeezed me again. 

Whyyyyyy!? 

I CAN'T BREATHE!!!

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30 minutes later

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My father has finally finished apologizing to me. He told me to sit still so that he could contact all of the servants and guards.