"That was a nice day. If only every day got like that I wouldn't need to see the face of my father and that buffoon who entered my life earlier than I had expected." Renata leaned on the sofa and enjoyed her leisure time where she did not need to worry about food and think about survival all the time.
She looked out of the window at the setting sun. The orange hue and the flying birds gave her a peaceful vibe. The stains on her dress was the proof of her better life and freedom she have now.
Should she start studying now that she has shown her talent in politics. She was sure that Aiden would come to find her again.
He had been consistently asking her questions. At least she should pretend that she was reading books to show she had worked hard or they would find it suspicious.
But was a three year old girl supposed to know how to read?
