Damien walked into his office and squinted his eyes.
Something was off.
No one dared to enter his office and mess with his things because he always found out. But someone did dare and that someone was in a heap of trouble.
He smirked as he saw a tiny handprint on his desk that most likely belonged to the culprit.
"Mila? Get in here, right now!" he yelled.
He leaned back in his chair and smiled when he heard the pitter-patter of small feet approaching.
"Da, papa?" a small voice spoke from the entrance.
He stared at the tiny version of Adeline in front of him. She had just turned five.
Mila had deep blue eyes like him and Adeline and thick brown hair. She wore a white cotton dress that Addie made for her that made her look like a princess. His little printsessa.
"Did you touch the c
