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ZURI POV "Please stand as we move to the next round. Vaals, Glortinon, blue. Peulo, Kea, red. Earth, Cok, yellow. Frole, Hassin, orange. Makskin, Bronkark, Shikaz, green. Please take your seats your second course will be gund bread," the male announcer says with his amplified voice and we stand up.

She asked me. “No, thank you. This is great.” “Okay, did you get a chance to read the menu, or do you need more time?” Jet looked at me. I didn’t even look at the menu yet. “What do you have on special?” “Tonight’s special is the Carbonara.” “Sounds good, I’ll have that.” I said, handing her my menu. “Same for me, please.” Jet answered before handing her his menu as well. “Perfect. I will be right back with your bread and salads.”

We smiled at him. "So, we have to confirm her majors to give her the time table for her classes. Tomorrow will be a day off for unpacking. Every freshman will get their time table tomorrow. She is in her first year, right?" "Yes," Mamma confirmed. "Okay, she is majoring in three subjects: Psychology, Journalism and History and she is taking one extra subject. Which is?" The Dean asked, while reading something from his laptop. "Theatres," I added quickly. "You have quite an interesting combination." He said, his eyes still on the laptop. I smiled but obviously, he didn't see because his eyes are on the laptop so I replied with a thank you instead.

" Come down here now" With a tired sigh she quickly wore the shorts she had previously removed and descended down the stairs. She found Olivia sited at the dining table, the aroma of grilled chicken and sauce filled the air, they were having dinner, a luxury she could no longer partake in. " Why is the sauce spicy?". Olivia asked her in annoyance. " I ... I... don't know ". She stammered. There was no way she could know, she was not permitted to taste the food while cooking, her stepmother had gone ahead to install cameras in the kitchen to ensure the instruction was carried out.

Everything about her was chaotic and weird, but in the best possible way. After relieving herself, Stacy strolled back into the living room. “You know, I would have had to potentially murder you if you hadn’t opened that door any sooner,” she joked. “I know. And you would’ve peed on yourself,” Dahlia countered with a small smirk. Stacy’s gaze shifted to the half-eaten plate of food on the table. “Let me guess… your boss?” Dahlia followed her eyes to the abandoned meal and sighed. “What other reason could there be?” she muttered, sinking deeper into the couch.

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She arranges the dishes on the low table near the fireplace, lights the fire prepared in advance, nods, and withdraws. The smell reaches us: a clear consommé, fresh bread, fish in white sauce, tender vegetables. Strawberries. Chocolate. Light, soothing things. Things for invalids, or for lovers. — Come. I help her up, guide her to the large armchair by the fire. I sit first, then settle her on my lap, sideways, like a child or a mistress. The robe falls open over her legs. She instinctively nestles against me, seeking warmth. I take the silver tureen. The consommé steams, golden.

Zofi said. Zofi falls in line to the counter to order. Little by little, she tries to change something that she used to do. “I can take care of myself, Riri,” she reminded Riri who’s treating her extra special once again. The coffee shop is a little busy for a weekday but customers are starting to leave as the closing gets near. “Do you have last minute order. We offer fifty percent off,” Riri said. “Is that true? C’mon, Riri,” Zofi said.

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."