The moment she entered the room, Rosamund could feel the tension in the air. Demir briskly walked with her on his arm, his spine rigid and straight. Rosamund realized he was reassuring her that he was here with her, by her side, ready to defend her if anything was to happen. Rosamund felt warm in her heart and she felt cared for. Both of them walked towards the second seat on the dining table, the first empty for Ruslan. Her parents woke up from their seats, the disgusting stench of hatred made Rosamund nauseous. She thought she would miss something of her parents, perhaps their presence or their existence. But they, standing there in front of her, made no difference whatsoever. Their absence or presence made no difference in her life now. It was truly a freeing feeling.
“I greet the Moo
