Early in the morning, Viola found herself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. She sighed, “I managed to avoid his question last night. But knowing Oscar, he’ll definitely bring that question again. He takes after his father, after all. They are both persistent.” After another sigh, she decided to get up, saying, “I better prepare.” Viola went downstairs after a bit of self-preparation. She grabbed a pan and started cooking breakfast when her phone received an email from Aurora.
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