Her Wound

"So, momma is at home?" Flora asked her father on the video call. She was in her room. She saw her father nodding at her.

"Yes, I had some meeting, so I came to the office to attend it," he answered her, sitting on the chair of his cabin in his company. Flora beamed.

"Did it go well?" She asked him. He wagged his head with a smile which widened her grin.

"So how's everything going there?" He asked her.

"Everything is going perfectly well here, papa. In fact, better than I had expected," she answered. Riccardo caught that extreme amount of happiness gleaming in his child's eyes which filled him with content too.

"Papa ….. actually I called you to ask for your permission for something,"she told him, honestly. He dipped his head in his response.

"Our campus seniors are throwing a fresher's party for all the freshers of our department tonight, so can I go there?" She didn't feel hesitant because first of all she knew, her father was never going to deny her wish and even if he would