(Isabella)
His daughter? It didn’t make sense.
I looked at him, really looked at him.
My mom had me when she was young but he still looked a decade younger than her. There was something old and ancient about him like he’s lived to see many things, but his face wasn’t marred with any signs of age.
We had the same colored hair and thicker eyebrows, but I didn’t see much else. His eyes were rimmed with black but a light green was showing through them, nothing like my mom's and my dark brown ones.
His jaw hardened as he looked me over before realization seemed to dawn softening his face.
“Vanessa?” He breathed and I nodded at my mother's name.
He took a step back, I had a feeling that this man was rarely ever caught off guard.
“I didn’t know,” He paused, his eyes completely green no
