Randolf shot an angry glance at me, silently telling me to control my daughter. He was not a man who liked to be pushed, especially not by a child, even if that child was his daughter. I reached out to intervene, but Clara was already climbing onto his knee, her small hands gripping his shirt.
Suddenly, he growled. The sound was sharp, cutting through the chatter of the party, and drawing all eyes to us.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Haley's Point Of View.
Silence followed.
The only thing I could hear was the odd, rushing sound in my ears. The only thing I could see were the shocked faces of the birthday guests, and my daughter's distraught expression.
I hurried forward to comfort Clara who was on the verge of tears. Slowly, she backed away from her father. Her small frame trembled, and her little hands clutched the hem of my dress.
I wrapped my arms around her, trying to soothe her. “Shh. It’s okay, sweetheart. Everything will be fine.”
Rachel suddenly appeared beside me, holding a small bag of candies. Her eyes shone with something I couldn’t quite place. “Here, Clara. I brought these for you. They’re your favorite.”