My Dad's Friend
Benita sauntered towards us with a little smile on her face, her eyes were not the brown I knew, instead, they were blue, bearing resemblance to the crazy woman who had been watching me, her blonde hair was also black, it was like I was staring at a completely different person.
"You can't keep me here, Benita, I am not your slave," Stella whined, coming to stand beside Benita and my eyes widened at the resemblance. They were sisters?
"Hello, Tristan" Benita beamed as she stood in front of me, holding her hands before her while a few papers were in her grip and a pen "How have you been?"
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