Next morning when Aunt Daphne was in her office working, Ayana entered the door.
“Auntie, can I invite you for a walk in the summer gardens before lunch?” She clasped her hands behind her back and batted her eyelashes, trying to look as innocent as possible.
Daphne stared at Ayana, then at the papers in her hands then back at Ayana, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“...Alright.”
Ayana beamed, thanked her Aunt and raced out of her office to search for her second target. It is not that much of a surprise to find Bruce in the library, but she was wary when she found him going through her Palik poetry books.
She watched him mumble a few words, some with correct pronunciation and others with not.
“I did not know cousin Bruce liked Palik poetry.”
If her sudden presence startled him, his fac
