The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0287

Daphne and I chat amiably on the way to breakfast, her telling me all the things she wants to see in the city, me giving my own recommendations. But when we turn into the breakfast room, I go a little still to see that it’s just my dad sitting at the head of the table, having a quiet cup of coffee while he scrolls through some document on his tablet.

He looks up when we come in. Daphne freezes awkwardly beside me as dad stands up, giving us both a wide smile.

“Daphne,” he says, giving her a little bow that makes her blush. “As much as I’d love to have breakfast with you as well, Ella’s set up a little something for you and the boys down the hall.” He gestures to the hallway behind her. “I think my daughter and I need a little moment alone to have a chat.”

My eyes go a little wide because…well, I mean, I don’t think I’ve done anything to be in

trouble…

But did mom tell dad I snuck out with Jackson last night!?

Does it even count as sneaking out if you don’t leave your house!?

“Okay!” Daphne says, her voice a little squeaky as she scurries out into the hall. She looks back at me anxiously, though, not knowing where to go.

knowing that’s the only other room mom would use to serve breakfast. Daphne grins at me and mouths “good luck” before heading down the

move to the seat at his side, which is already set for breakfast, a cup of coffee waiting for me. “A bit late,” he says, glancing at the clock as I seat myself. I glance at it

all tired,” I say, giving my dad my best innocent–Princess smile, “after

him smile allows my shoulders to unwind. “Don’t be so anxious, Ariel,” he murmurs as one of the cooks comes into the room with

a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of me, my favorite breakfast since I was a little girl. I smile my thanks at the chef,

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disappearing form the room. As I begin to

toast and making a

says, settling back in his chair with his coffee in his hand, studying me. “I

But when I see him clear his throat and flick his

in his chest as he looks down into his coffee. “For

would have locked me up,” I say, taking a bite of my eggs and toast.

eyes up to me. I squawk a little, horrified at the idea, and then cough a bit as toast crumbs get stuck in my throat. Dad laughs, leaning forward

mouth still full, as I reach for my glass of water and take a sip, swallowing. Then I turn my eyes back to my dad. “They were able to get

–

then everything feels… quite suddenly right again. Dad and I we’ve always had a very special bond. And even if it is strange to talk about boys, I know that he’s got my best interests in his heart. And as we smile at each other, I know