Leo
On Christmas Eve, Nana threw her celebratory party. It had been some sort of rite since I was just a child, no Christmas since then had ever gone by without it.
Ariadne had traveled out of the country two days ago, but then she was back in the kitchen pretending to be excellent at baking pies.
Jeremy and Oliver were bickering with each other. I didn't know what it was all about, and I didn't care to know. As much as Jeremy was a troublemaker, Oliver was a rascal. I hated both of them.
"Iliana!" Nana called from the kitchen but, as usual, she was nowhere to be found. I could swear on my life that she was shagging somewhere, perhaps in the greenhouse this time.
Grandpa groaned in his seat. He was not one to talk a lot, but he was the cleverest man I ever knew. These days, he was m
