"I must do this as early as possible, or all the good ones will be taken!" Natasha declared with conviction.
However, as she glanced up, she saw Winston's face betray a subtle but discernible displeasure. As his mother, Natasha could read him like a book. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Winston said flatly, "I just don't think Dora needs you to do this."
Natasha narrowed her eyes.
'Dora?'
Since when had Winston started mentioning Dora so frequently?
And not just her name, but casually calling her by her nickname? That was rare.
Natasha's eyebrows shot up. "When did you and Dora get so close?"
Winston hesitated briefly before responding, "We've met a few times."
"Really?" Natasha raised a brow. "What do you think of her?"
"She's outstanding and independent," Winston replied, a fleeting
