"I've been to your house," Misha told her. "I went into your former room which is now being used as a painting studio by your sister."
Misha and Kia were now on the balcony of their room, staring at the distance, where they could see mountains covered with mist as garden lights shone brightly and beautifully. It was a quiet night and for the first time, Kia didn't feel like she had to worry about anything.
Also, she didn't expect to talk about her family with Misha, it wasn't as annoying as she thought it would be.
"Alia really likes to paint, she really wants a small studio of her own," Kia said in a calm voice, as if she wasn't surprised anymore when she heard that. Why wasn't she surprised?
After all, why would they keep her room when they could use that space to give Alia what she had been dreaming of for a long time?
