Milana
Viktor has not been talking to me. We have not been talking to each other. I cried hard the day I ran out of his room after his reaction to me telling him about my birthday and since then we have not been talking. He left home that Friday and returned late.
I did not wait for him and throughout Saturday, I saw him just once and it was just a glimpse. And he saw me as well, but he acted as if he did not and that actually hurt me so much.
“Go to bed, Annika, it's late,” I tell Annika, but instead she goes to her closet.
“Help me pick out a dress, Milana, and shoes. Papa and I are going to visit Mama tomorrow.” She tells me while rummaging through her closet and I freeze, blinking in shock. Mama? Since I started working here, this is the first time that Annika has mentioned her
