"Naillah, since when did you got here?"
Naillah sighed putting down the wine glass she was holding on the table beside the three of them on the dinner table. "After having a long flight, the first thing you would tell me is that? Where's my hug?" She asking opening her arms signaling for a hug.
Nixel couldn't react easily and is still trying to process what is happening and why is Naillah Rossi inside his house. Naillah on the other hand, rolled her eyes and sighed looking behind Nixel where Erold stood.
Erold flinched at Naillah's cold gaze.
Nixel was carefully scanning Erold but somehow inside of Erold's conscience, he finds Naillah familiar. It's like he had seen her somewhere, just that he couldn't put his nose on it. Naillah took a few steps inching forward to Erold.
