121 - poorly resolved.

I was standing in front of the house where Serena and Dandara were living. I was nervous too; it had been a while since the last time I saw my little girl, who by now was five years old—she had celebrated her birthday during my honeymoon.

I tried calling, but the phones weren't answered, and I preferred to believe that she hadn't seen the message rather than thinking she was ignoring me. I knocked twice on the door and took a deep breath, waiting for a response that came a few seconds later from Serena.

When she opened the door, her eyebrows arched in surprise, and she twisted her mouth, sighing before crossing her arms in front of her body. "Your Majesties," she said, making a brief bow.

"Serena, hi!" I said, trying to smile. "We came to see Dandara."

She let out a slightly bitter laugh.

"I'm afraid that's not possible," she murmured.

"Why?" I frowned.

"Dandara has afternoon classes now," she pointed out. "She asked for it, and I agreed. I'm afraid you won't be able to see her before