“GOOD morning, Tita!” Barbie happily greeted the beautiful woman who met them when they entered the huge house.
The beautiful woman also smiled. “You must be Barbie,” she said.
“Yes, of course, Tita. Don’t you remember me? We have seen each other during Kurt’s twentieth birthday,” Barbie reminded her. But she noticed that Enrico was shaking his head. She was about to question him when the beautiful woman spoke.
“Oh! You must be referring to Katrina. She is my sister. I am Luna Kristine.” The woman grinned as she extended her hand.
Barbie’s smile faded when she realized her mistake. “I’m sorry about that,” she apologized. “I thought I was talking to Kurt’s mother.”
“Yes, I am Kurt’s mother. But I am not my sister Katrina,” the woman replied.
Barbie blinked her eyes. Then she glanced
