“We’re here,” Karima announced a bit grimly once the taxi had reached a big white house that overlooked a big yard.
Xavier looked up from his phone and saw the anxiety painted on his sweet princesa’s face. He squeezed the hand that was resting above her knee in an attempt to comfort her.
“It’s going to be okay,” he told her with a small smile.
“I wish,” she told him in a hushed tone. “I also wish I had your confidence.”
He didn’t know how to answer that.
“Don’t get out just yet!” She all but cried out when he was about to reach for the car’s door handle.
He arched an eyebrow in question at her.
“Last time to back out, A,” Karima told her sister softly.
“I’m not a chicken,” her sister glared at her. “I’m just nervous and I need to get my wits back together before I am to face
