SOLANA was bickering with Joscef and Lorant when she smelled a familiar scent. A wider smile formed on her lips when she noticed that the people around her tensed.
It never gets old.
At the moment, they were at the sunroom of the Petrov manor.
She and Villel arrived this morning in her father’s domain. She decided to directly go to the manor but their belongings were sent to the villa.
She planned to spend the next few days in the resorts to pamper her mate and also to get through with the financial records of the family business.
Instead of looking back, Solana shook her head down. Her cousins went silent.
She grasps Villel’s hand and kissed her knuckle.
“Why am I not informed that we have guests?”
The melodic but firm voice of the matriarch in the Petrov clan resonance in the
