“After giving gifts to our debutant, the next is the eighteen roses. The first rose will come to her father, of course,” The emcee of the event told energetically.
And so, Yuta approached his daughter with a rose in his hand and gave it to her.
“Shall we?” he asked laying his hand between them.
Kyoko slightly smiled at her Dad and she took his hand. They walked to the middle of the floor and danced along with the rhythm of the music pouring in the air.
“Happy birthday, my princess,” Yuta greeted while holding her hand and the other hand stayed in her back.
“Thank you, Dad,” she replied in a dull tone.
“Are you okay?” he inquired with concern. “You look pale. Are you having a headache?”
“A little,” she answered as cold as an ice.
“Stop thinking necessary things so that, the pa
