Martina
"Good evening," I say warmly to my companion.
"Martina, hello," he says, standing up, kissing my hand, and pulling out the chair for me. I sit down, he follows suit, and orders a non-alcoholic drink for me, remembering that I am a mother, which is very considerate of him.
"I think I got here too early," I say, glancing at the door, looking for a sign of Valery and her husband.
"Sorry, my sister has many great qualities, but punctuality isn't one of them," he states with his legs crossed and his hands on his knee.
"I see," I say with a slight smile.
"How are the babies?" he asks, taking a sip of his drink.
"They are adorable," I reply with a grin from ear to ear, thinking of them warms my heart.
"I imagine, just like their mother," he says, looking at me seriously. I feel my
