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Sofia.

The last two weeks were absolutely amazing with Camille's company and Ivana, her mother was in the mansion for short periods before she left to work so I rarely bumped into her, but whenever I did she asked about how I was doing and to find her if I needed anything.

She wasn't a woman of many words or was she an overly affectionate person and I appreciated the fact that she was genuinely wanting to help me if I had struggled with anything.

It meant something to me.

I never had a mother figure to start with but these kinds of gestures made me effectuate that there were nice people in this world.

She treated me like her own. I admired and liked Anastasia even more for it.

Ivana had told me that they had their own penthouse in the city center in some fancy building. She said that she was used to staying home alone since her mother was a bit of a workaholic and I saw the sadness flickering in her dark brown worbs before it was gone when she mentioned that part.

She was lonely.

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