|Cassandra|
"Let me help you," Maria said as soon as she saw me lifting used dishes on the table. My lips parted on her sudden offer. And she was about to stand from her seat when I stopped her in time.
"No," I declared as I shook my head. She lifted her gaze at me and her soulful eyes met mine.
"You're not oblige to do this. You are a guest, and pregnant," I pointed out and even tried to give her a warm smile but... it did not each my ears.
"Are you sure? I can still stand for a few minutes, you know," she informed.
"It's fine. Really. This is not too much of a work,"
Maria stared at me for a few seconds before she nodded her head. I forced myself to smile once more before I turned my back against them. Then I walked straight to kitchen, placing the dishes on the sink. Instead
