Chapter Eleven

Making our way out of the room and up the hall I hear voices coming through the swinging door which I assume leads to the kitchen. One voice I recognize and the other I have never heard before.

Viktor lead the way into the room and once again the talking stops as soon as I am made aware of. Aimee is sitting at a rectangular table with a white marble top thats surrounded by white cushioned dining chairs. She flashes me a big grin as she then shoves a grilled cheese sandwich into her mouth. Looking for the other voice I had heard I spotted a little old thing with silver hair, dressed to the nine in a formal maids outfit, standing at the stove. She turns towards Viktor and myself and he introduces me.

"Anna, this is Brenna.''

She rushed cleaning her hands off on a towel hanging from the oven. She scurries over to us, takes my hand and kisses it. Umm, yeah that's not weird at all.

Releasing my hand "Miss Brenna, it is a great honor to finally meet you! Such a