The Feud

As Madam Katie noticed the bags and new phone pack sitting in the corner, her eyes widened with surprise. "Carina, dear, where did you get all these things?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

I hesitated for a moment before replying, "Oh, those... Martins got them for me."

A smile tugged at Madam Katie's lips, and I couldn't help but feel intrigued by her reaction. "Martins, you say?" she repeated, her tone thoughtful.

I nodded, wondering if she knew more about Martins than she let on. "Yes, he insisted on buying them for me," I explained, still feeling a bit bewildered by his sudden generosity.

Madam Katie chuckled softly. "Well, isn't that kind of him," she remarked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I couldn't help but ask, "Do you know Martins, Madam Katie?"

She smiled knowingly, her expression enigmatic. "Let's just say I'm familiar with him," she replied cryptically.

I furrowed my brow in confusion. "What do you mean by that?" I pressed, ea