Milana
Tatiana and I exchanged numbers yesterday before we parted ways and even as I arrived home, I was still feeling a little sad. But I did everything within my power to mask it as I did not want Annika to notice that I was feeling down. Annika was a little distracted herself as she kept begging Viktor to allow her to go to Los Angeles to pay a visit to her uncle during her next holiday. Heaven knows what Ivan must have told her in making her so insistent. But Viktor did not make a decision yet and only said that he would think about it.
“I would die for your meals, Milana,” Vion says and I laugh, serving more good in his place. Vion and Boria are here in the dining room and Annika is with us as well. Viktor is not home.
“Right? Milana, it's so good.” Annika smiles, stuffing her m
