She was sure that he was going to arrive late. Anastasia knew him perfectly but she was checking the clock due to the festive atmosphere. Her cousins were playing around the chairs and her aunts' screamings. The grandparents were changing from the political discussion to the nice memories of old times. Her brother was following her with his eyes with the certainty that she was keeping a secret and that was forbidden between them.
The girl with the curly hair was jumping in the kitchen from one side to the other thinking about where to start with the salad. Her mobile rang twice before she ran to take it until his brother could answer for her. She went to the garden and when she got back, she started to chop the onions, although they never had it in the salad.
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