Family Problems

Dusan

The smell of eggs greeted me the second I entered the dining room.

Boris was already seated at the head of the long table, like this were his home.

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He didn’t look up when I entered but Irina did, she was in a silk robe, one leg crossed over the other and that bright red signature lipstick of hers.

I hated the sight of her, at every event we attended I made sure to avoid her but no, of all the families to choose from, uncle just had to go for the most ruthless of them.

“Good morning,” she said sweetly, sipping from a bone china cup.

“Is it?” I muttered, taking the seat opposite her. Not next to Boris. Never next to Boris.

“My, someone’s irritable,” she mused.

Boris finally looked up. “He’s just not used to having company over or even sharing his home.”

“I don’t remember inviting you to either,” I said.

Boris smiled like the devil himself. “You didn’t have to, I go where family needs reminding.”

A servant entered and placed another tray on the table. I didn’t