She took another small bite, watching Delord, who was already chewing his croissant.

If Snezhalina were in my place now, then there would be nothing unusual in this situation. But I was sitting opposite Delord. Usually rootless orphans were considered worse than dirt under their feet, and no one tolerated dirt at the table, of course. And Delord not only sat down at one table, but also shared his food. Of course, I did not consider myself the lowest layer of society, since Salvitta always treated me like her own daughter. And I thought she was my mother until the truth was revealed to me. I was then four years...