71. Clarissa

I sat on the edge of my chair, excitement pounding in my chest. Dinner was over and the table had been cleared.

"Dad," I said in a sing-song voice. "I need to show you something."

My father looked up at me, his brow furrowed with suspicion. "What is it?" he asked, a hint of apprehension and annoyance in his voice.

I held the video in my hands but my dad hesitated to take the phone for me. I stood before him tapping my foot impatiently waiting for him to take the phone. Bryon and my mum hovered around, curious to know what was going on.

"Watch this," I said, handing the phone to him. He hesitated for a moment, looking at me skeptically, before finally taking the phone from my hand. He pressed play, and the sound of Ivan and his girl kissing filled the room.

As my dad watched the video, his expression changed from suspicion to shock. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for my dad's reaction. He gasped, his hand going to his mouth.

"Oh my God," he muttered, his eyes wide with disbeli