Luzia's jaw tightened. Of all the things her father could have said, that was easily the worst.
Catalina. Staying here.
For a while.
Luzia inhaled sharply through her nose, forcing her expression to remain unreadable.
Ramiro leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying her reaction. "You two are of similar age. It's only natural that you get along."
Luzia let out a short, humorless laugh. "Natural? I don't need a friend dad."
Ramiro raised a brow, his smirk unfazed. "Who said anything about friendship?"
Luzia crossed her arms. "Then why force this on me? Stop lying dad."
Ramiro's smirk didn't waver, but his eyes darkened. "Luzia, I don't have the patience for childish outbursts. This is happening whether you like it or not."
Luzia clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. "So, what? You want me to play host? Entertain her? Waste my time pretending to care?"
Ramiro exhaled, his amusement fading into something colder. "I want you to learn."
"Learn what?" Luzia snapped.
