Phoebe's POV
I turned to Sergio, putting on a confused expression as I asked, "You brought me home for photos and dinner, right? We ate, I got the photos. What more do you need?"
"You haven't been back in ages. There's plenty I want to discuss with you. Let's sit and talk," Sergio responded.
He hesitated briefly. Then, adopting his typical head-of-household tone, he ordered, "Linsey, fetch that small tea tin I brought home last month and brew some tea for the study."
Linsey, who'd been quietly hiding in the other room, spoke up and emerged. She glanced at me to confirm I wasn't about to bolt, then hurried to the kitchen to prepare tea.
Sergio smiled as he moved toward the stairs. "Phoebe, come along. Let's head to the study for a proper father-daughter conversation. No interruptions allowed."
Afraid I might refuse him again, Sergio rushed upstairs immediately after speaking, not allowing me even a moment to object.
