At nine o'clock in the morning.
The interior of the dojo was so clean that not a speck of dust could be seen.
On the small balcony on the third floor, Luca and Hamza were sitting face to face. They played a game of chess, but neither of them had the mood to continue.
In the end, the two elders leaned against the window and sneaked a peek in the direction of the door.
Eliza was wearing a white Tao robe, standing straight at the door with several attendants of the dojo.
Eliza used to have long black hair, and she always liked to tie it into a ponytail.
The current Cerys had a fresh, neat short hair and she looked dashing.
He looked at his daughter's slender back and couldn't help but smack his lips. "Luca, she's so formal now. Is she really waiting for Roseane or showing off for Beau to see?"
Luca curled his lips and snorted. "Of course it's for her friend!"
"You don't understand her!"
