Sitting in the kitchen of her villa, Hadlee was picking at the food in front of her. Eating alone sucked. It was one of the hardest things she’d stuck to when she was being stubborn back in New York and put herself in her bedroom for a full month.
She missed her brothers. She missed the way the Misha bounced everywhere or how hysterical Kristoff could be. Dragan’s constant impersonation of their dad was also funny to her and the way Pietr wanted to be Dragan was even funnier. They were loud, boisterous, and always demanding her to pay attention to them.
The thought made her sit upright in her seat. The boys were always demanding her attention the way she demanded their father’s. She would brush them off, give them five minutes of her time before going on to do whatever she wanted or tel
