ZARYA ROGOV
I stared at my parents in shock. Caesar was also there, but he wasn't alone; there was a beautiful and elegant-looking woman on his side—the daughter of Ilya Volkov.
Anna Volkov.
She was betrothed to my brother a long time ago, but why was she here?
I noticed the buckets of fruits and sweets on the table.
What was happening?
My mother's gaze landed on me, and she immediately stood up, staring at me with motherly yearning. Following her gaze, everyone's head turned in my direction.
Father stared at me with a smile, a smile I knew wasn't genuine, and brother looked at me from head to toe as if trying to make sure I was in one piece.
I hesitantly walked over to them, and my gaze went to Sergei. He was already looking at me. "Uh..." I didn't know what to say. Last time
