The coffeehouse's owner agreed to speak to them, but Allegra was certain it only happened because of who they were. The blonde woman sat at their table across from them with her daughter beside her. While the daughter had an open expression of curiosity, her mother was clearly suspicious of their intentions with her distrustful gaze.
Allegra smiled to break the tension. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with us. I'm Allegra and this is my husband, Vladislav,” she said even though she knew they were fully aware who they were taking to. “We didn’t catch your names.”
“Sabrina Timko,” the blonde woman said bluntly. “This is my daughter, Natashia. What is this about?”
The Duchess took a sip of her mocha and almost hummed with pleasure. Although the woman’s demeanour left a lot to be desired, s
