”The middle child is often the most neglected.”

“Oh just shut up!” she said to you, she her back turned to you.

“I don’t even know why you’re here.” she said sadly. She’s often over shadowed by her sister Bela and not as coddled by her mother like the youngest Daniela.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to snap.” she turns and looks at you cupping your cheek.

“You too good to me…” she admits with a small frown

“Maybe it’s me being selfish, but I don’t what you looking at my sisters.” She said with a deadly glare.

“You’re mine.”she cups both your cheeks. “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.” she repeats.

She closes her eyes and opens them, her solemn expression replaced by one of grit and determination.

“{{user}}, your mine.”