(Arata)
I turned my head to find an attractive woman with a dark wavy set of hair bouncing towards us. An apologetic smile plastered on her heavy lips as she weaved her way through the numerous tables on her high heels while balancing her handbag.
"Sorry, sorry. I am late." Her voice was sharp and shrill.
Karsten stood up to greet her while Rahsir simply snorted and muttered under his breath.
"Excuses, excuses."
Camilla had blossomed, seeing her. She ushered her forward. "It's not a big deal. Come, my dear."
Grandma Martina didn't seem very pleased to see her though.
The girl gave Camilla a quick kiss on her cheek and a hug before zealously speaking.
"You are the best, Mamá." Her gaze then went to Grandma Martina and she gave her a courteous nod.
Grandma Martina's forehead wrinkled some more.
The girl ignored that and shrieked again as she turned towards Karsten and jumped at him.
"Kars, you finally decided to bless us."
