My ears begin to ring with the way the girls chatter carelessly like wild parrots. Each one of them throws one stupid question after another. They make side remarks at Davinia in her absence. Their mother makes no move to caution them neither did their dad. I know now that Davinia can hold her ground against them but their chattering burns deep in my drums. With the front they put up when I first got in, one would think they're well cultured and mannered but it was all a facade. They are nothing but ungrateful brats that don't know just when to shut it.
"Mr. Dimitri," The eldest calls, her voice irks me. Like scrapping a fork on a wall. Nevertheless, I respond with a little raise of my head in her direction. My eyebrows bunch up, wondering what it is she wants to say to me.
She blushes p
