After that drama, Nat and I headed down to the dining room, and to our surprise, Mr. Alex was there. 'Great, how am I expected to eat?' I questioned him as I felt his eyes on my every move.Sighing, I took the seat next to Nat, saying, "Thanks for the food," as I dug in."You're welcome," Alex answered. Instead.I ate quickly and without looking up. It's weird; even with all the delicious food in front of me, I couldn't taste it. It’s little wonder if it was because of the eyes watching me.Sighing, "You should take it slowly; no one will take your food." Alex suddenly said:I stiffened at his remark and raised my head to find Nat, and everyone present stared at me, embarrassed. I feigned not to hear what he said and merely sipped the cup of red water. Next to me, but wait... "This is not water," I blurted out, glaring at Nat."No, it's red wine," she said."I can tell, but are we supposed to drink it?" I questioned, with the teenager crap and all."Yes," Alex replied instead of Nat,

As Nat was about to open her door, she suddenly paused. Something was bothering her, and it wasn't just the fact that her father required her to speak with Sophie, convincing her to go with them to New York. Instead, it was the unspoken events surrounding Sophie's refusal that troubled her deeply.In an instant, she turned around, a sense of urgency propelling her. She ran to her father's room; luckily, she met him on the way."Seriously, Papa, what did you do this time?" Nat asked abruptly, approaching her father,Startled. Alex's expression shifted as he halted and turned almost immediately to her, inquiring, "I thought you went to your room. What do you mean?""Sophie is my friend, and every time we talk about places to visit, New York is one she's always excited about. That's why I was thrilled when I heard about it. But now I find out that she refused to come along with us. You must have said something to her," she accused him.Sighing, he responded, "You barely know the girl, Na

****From the outside, the White House didn't seem like much. "And here I wonder why it was called 'the White House,"' I murmured to myself. I mean, the house wasn't even painted white."What are you doing? Come in," Natalie urged as she swung open the door. "Let's go check out your new room," she added, a contagious excitement in her voice.Sighing, but the moment I stepped inside, I held my breath. "What the…." I gasped loudly.The grandeur of the interior unfolded before me, contrasting the unassuming exterior. The walls adorned with history, each step echoing through the corridors of power. Natalie led the way, her excitment infectious.Yes, the outside wasn't painted white, but step inside and it’s a whole different story.The inside was coated with a full plain white with a subtle shimmer.The house exuded warmth from the moment you stepped through the open door into the wide hallway. Adorning the walls were photographs of the Kovas, a testament to the love and history that unfo

The Mario shop felt totally different from the busy mall we'd been to before. It was simple and not crowded, which was a relief. We could just chill on the cozy sofa without getting lost in a sea of people. There were these amazing phones and laptops on display, but picking one was tougher than I thought. Nat was like a pro when it came to choosing gadgets. She smoothly picked out phones and laptops, not just for herself but also for her brother and father. While I was still grappling with my decision, I asked about the brand I'd used before but got no leads. Finally, I went for a classy, top-notch white phone and laptop and threw in a few other cool electronic goodies. After our triumphant shopping adventure, we found a charming café to enjoy a much-needed lunch. As I savored my coffee, I jokingly teased Nat, "I swear, I'll never go shopping with you again!" She responded with a spoonful of ice cream and a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, you don't mean that, do you?" Smiling,

Amidst the smashed-up car, the highway was right there in front of us. But as we ran towards it, the darn thing just seemed to go on forever. The wrecked car looked like a giant puzzle scattered on the road. Every step we took felt like we were walking through a never-ending story. You'd figure with a crash that big, the cops would swarm in, right? But this was no ordinary town; it had that unmistakable Mafia vibe. There is no way the cops would dive into the lion's den like that. The silence hung heavy over the wreckage, like the calm before a storm. You could almost sense the air itself pausing, watching us race against time. It was eerie—the kind of quiet that makes your every move echo in your ears. And in that stillness, we felt the weight of something far worse. Then-- "Stop them from reaching the highway, no matter the cost!" a voice roared, the urgency cutting through the chaos as they pursued us relentlessly. "Break their legs if you have to, but make sure they don't leav