Natasha nods and takes one last sip of her drink, setting the empty cup down with a satisfied sigh. "Very well, then."
The woman gracefully rises from her seat, smoothing her elegant dress.
"Well, shall we?" she says to them, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"Of course," Robin replies, standing and grabbing her purse.
She followed the blonds out to the waiting vehicle, sliding into the plush leather seat beside the other woman, while Vlad took the passenger seat.
As they drive, Robin gazes out the window, watching the city streets pass by.
She feels a flutter of nerves in her stomach - she's not quite sure what to expect at the orphanage.
Finally, the black car pulls up in front of the stately orphanage, its engine purring softly.
Robin smoothes a hand over her blouse as she steps out, her boots clicking on the pavement.
Beside her, Vlad and his mother, Natasha, exit the vehicle, their expressions carefully composed.
