"I still don't know your name," Tristan said after a bit of silence. She giggled in response revealing a cheeky smile.
"You can call me mama, like Stella does."
Tristan responded with a blank stare. She chuckled waving his glare away.
"I'm Rosetta. Rosetta Acar."
"Will that be my surname from now on?"
"Yes… at least when your adoption process is finalized. In a couple of days, I believe. The state had to give you an identity so they could claim you," she explained.
"Because of my eight-class inheritance."
"Precisely," Rosetta admitted.
Tristan heaved a deep sigh trying not to feel depressed. How could he not, though? In a single hour, he learned he had no identity, was being eyed by the state, and had been given a new name and mother, plus a sister!
"I still want to know who I am," he muttered, she heard.
