“Because we always live in big houses. And the cook of this house cooks yummy pas...,” she trailed off as the elevator door got opened and the familiar face of Treycen welcomed us.
Soon, the cheerful behavior of Anna got lost in the air. Her expressions started to hint at me regarding the uncomfortableness she had whenever Treycen was around us.
“What were you saying, sweetie?” I asked hoping she would respond to my question. I was feeling sorry that I wasn’t able to pay full attention to what she said a few seconds earlier.
She stood still; without any response as if something horrible just had happened.
“Tell me, baby. You were telling me something regarding pasta and the cook of this house. What was it?” I kept asking her but she wasn’t willing to even open her little mouth.
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