Zenovia

Doamne ferește!

Of course, it was around this time that Marisha would have her brunch. I took a quick glimpse of Maksimillian, who was also unprepared for this. He looked at his aunt with his mouth gaped open. He then turned to look at me, trying to act normal.

“Hi! I’m Marisha, a new friend of Zenovia’s.” Standing close to where my father sat, Marisha politely and elegantly offered her hand to him, who seemed taken by her beauty. But I thought she already knew him, since she had once displayed her “power” in knowing things about me and others anyway.

“I’m Daniel, Zenovia’s father,” he said with a...