Rachel
I ran towards my father, and looked at the girl close to him. She was definitely Maris, well, judging by the look on her face.
"Maris?" I whispered, staring at her, with my mouth agape.
She turned to face my father, who had a stunned look on his face before returning her gaze to me.
"How do you know my name?" She asked softly.
"How do you know about Maris? It's quite surprising," he confessed, and I sighed deeply.
"Come on, Let's go in now" He said, and we all walked to the house, and had our seats.
I kept staring at Maris who was beginning to find it uncomfortable. She gave me a short glance, then looked at my father like she was hoping that he would rescue her.
"Do you know her?" My father asked, looking at me.
"Who is she?" My mother asked instead, glaring at her.
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