Chapter Twelve: Bonding?

Rosette's POV

I grabbed a box of juice and cookies from the fridge before walking out of the house. Damon was already in the car, waiting for me.

I was surprised that, despite my reaction earlier, he still insisted on driving me to school. He was really fulfilling his role as my DADDY. Sighs.

I got into the car, and within minutes, we were on the highway.

The silence was thick and uncomfortable as I kept my gaze fixed outside, trying to find this pathetic city attractive.

"Rose, you know we don't have to do this, right?" Damon started, breaking the silence in the car.

"Do what?" I asked in response.

"It's your birthday, for goodness' sake, and it looks like we are mourning.

We should be happy; I mean, you should be happy and full of smiles," Damon added with a smile on his face, but he didn't take his eyes off the road.

I was still trying to process his words. How could he switch up so easily? I literally gave him an attitude, and then I acted cold towards him, and yet he was still