For everyone in this house, Lana was Maria, a few more people from the guard knew the truth. In private, I called her Lana, and when Kim loomed nearby, then Maria. A day ago I almost pierced, but corrected my mistake in time.

- Lana why didn't you eat anything, Kim cooked your favorite macaroni and cheese.

In three days, I didn’t get to know Lana much better, in four years the girl’s tastes have clearly changed.

- I don't like them, my baby cooks better. And in general, I don't like this Kim either.

Throwing a fork on the table and folded her arms on her chest. I feel...