"So, they all got caught. I didn't expect that girl to be so lucky. By now, I was expecting some exciting news of the Cress family but… tsk," Maria Serta lifted her right leg and placed it above left while sitting on the dinning table and having a bitter looking juice.
Facing her was her husband on the small wooden complacent dinning table that could mostly accommodate five people.
Her husband had a deep scar of a knife on his nose, reaching to his left eye. He was silently eating his meal while keeping his gaze up to his dear wife.
A trouser and a white T-shirt looked quite unbefitting of his rough stature but well, everyone has their own taste.
