“Uncle Carlos?” Rosetta whirled around to see the owner of that familiar voice that spoke in Tagalog. Her brows were knitted in confusion. “How did you know that and how come you’re here?” she added in her Visayan dialect.
Sergei and Igor swiftly blocked Carlos from getting closer to the couple, while Yuri’s face remained cold as he regarded the older man. Whenever he had this expression, Rosetta had the feeling he was trying to restrain himself while assessing the situation.
Carlos glanced at the old picture of her father. He was moreno, with oval face and military haircut. He had dark round eyes, firm but not-so-thick lips, low-bridged nose that complemented his not-so-handsome face and high cheek bones. He could pass as good-looking though.
“How was your honeymoon, my niece?” he aske
