I watch her approach the table and ask for the photo again. Of course, her grandmother scolds her once more, and that's when everyone starts commenting on her job, and naturally, she defends herself. I laugh, stop watching them, and focus on the back door of the mansion, waiting for my Mali. I don't know why I have the feeling that everyone here knows her, and if that's the case, why?
Her warning about the West men echoes in my head, setting off my internal alarms and making me mentally scream. As far as I know, there are three brothers: Eros, Zeus, and Apolo. The last time I saw them was at Eros's party a year ago, and on that day, I only remember seeing one who looked a lot like their father but with lighter skin, like their mother and sister. Unlike Eros, who is more tanned. I don't re
