We went to the table in the living room, Marco's friends are in the kitchen since we needed silence to concentrate. Mateo and Olivia went to their room, and Liam and Ethan didn’t mind the cold, working on the outside table. I’m convinced that Ethan chose that place to keep an eye on me through the glass door, to be sure I’ll behave correctly with Marco.
We are halfway through our researches, and it goes well. I knew Marco was smart but I didn’t expect us to go that fast through it. He brings intelligent ideas to our presentation, and the topic we have interests me so I don’t find it annoying to work on it. We chose the 20’s, the jazz years. I almost envy their fashion; the fringe dresses look fun.
“We should also say that it was between the two world wars,” Marco pointed out, while I was
