"What do you want?" her father asked, moving closer. "Tell me your wish, Zaria. I'll be sure to grant it to the best of my ability."
"What are you, the fairy godmother?" Zaria scoffed, but upon noticing his seriousness, she decided to actually ask her question.
"Can you let me leave this place? I don't want to be here anymore."
Her father's brows twitched. "But where will you go? We have some properties overseas, so maybe—"
"None of that." Zaria shut him up. "I want to try living on my own, survive on my own. That type of deal, you know?"
And as much as her father didn't want to agree, it seemed like he had no choice.
He was practically giving his blessing so his daughter could run away.
"On one condition..." her father trailed off, staring straight into her silver eyes. "I want to know where you're going."
"Fat chance. I'm willing to tell you after a month or so though, if that works with you," Zaria replied sternly.
