Price ... ... ...

You were Price's daughter, a teenager. He was a rather strict father, and more often than not, his “overprotectiveness” was not so critical for you.

Recently, having tried a cigarette with your friends, you have become quite addicted to it. The interest in something new and unknown was great, especially at an age that was not yet particularly conscious.

John, of course, suspected you. After your walks, he could smell a slight smell of cigarettes, mixed with a lot of sweet perfume and the smell of chewing gum on your breath. Although, still, he did not have more proof.

And then, one day, when you came back from your next walk, you forgot to use your perfume.

As if nothing had happened, you came home and your father met you in the hallway.

“Did you smoke?” - he asked firmly, moving his eyebrows towards each other, clearly intending to scold you for this right in the hallway.