Aurora had been enjoying her days at the Volkov mansion. With Aunt Violet and Tatiana, every moment was so full of laughter and different new experiences.
They had gone shopping, tried fancy cafés, and even spent their afternoons just walking through the streets of Moscow, window shopping and eating desserts. Aurora loved it—she felt freer than she ever had back home.
Her apartment move was set for Monday, and the ladies had decided to spend every second with together until then.
That Friday evening, they say together at the long dining table as usual. Glasses sparkled under the chandelier, and the air smelled of roasted lamb and freshly baked bread. Tatiana, excited as always, was talking non stop about their day.
“Dad, we went to this really big bookstore today!” she said, her littl
