Tiffania yawned as she trudged sleepily across the hallway along with Alexander and Christina.
"Since when did Christina come to Moskva? And why are we leaving all of a sudden brother?" Tiffania raised a question. So far, nothing makes sense to her right now.
She was in the middle of her sleep and at four a.m. she was vigorously woken up by a person she didn't expect to see in Grand Kremlin Palace, Christina. Of course, her first obvious question would be why she is here, but Christina didn't answer her question, instead telling her that she needs to wake up, get dressed, and they will be leaving soon.
"We are going to cut our trip here, Tiffania," Alexander replied. "There are a lot of things going on that require me to go back to St. Petersburg at once."
"So all our trips for another day…they are canceled?"
