Raven
I returned to sit beside Marisa, and a maid served me tea.
I took a sip, and Raina laughed.
"I guess she trusts us now," she said, and Marisa chuckled and held my hand.
"Raina told me about the coffee in your apartment," She said, reminding me of the coffee I dared not taste because I didn't trust the source.
"That is a good sign of wisdom. Trust no one, and be on your guard. I like that," she commended me.
Photo albums were brought out, and we talked about many things.
Marisa tried to convince Richard and me to move to the main house, and Richard said he would consider it, but we were content with the penthouse for now; Marisa didn't like that, but I knew she would come around.
"When do we get to meet your adopted aunt, dear? I think we need to start planning the wedding,"
