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Chapter 17

*Poppy*

Gemma jumped on the bed, squealing delightfully and eating her favorite jelly beans. I tried one too many times to remind her of good manners, but every time she flashed me with her big, shining, and pleading eyes, I gave up and let her jump one more time.

"Mommy, can I sleep at Trevor's? Aunt Nastya said our apartment is closed. Some kind of revelation or something." Gemma asked, plopping in the middle of the bed, spilling the remains of the jelly beans from the package.

"Not revelation, but renovation. And Aunt Nastya has some old news. Everything is already fixed, and we can spend a few days in our beautiful little apartment again." I closed my suitcase, leaned over it, and grabbed the last strawberry jelly beside my daughter's little feet.

"Hey. This is my favorite." Gemma pouted and quickly picked up the remaining jelly beans, stuffing them into her mouth.

"And try saying Anastasia. Aunt Anastasia." I corrected her, although I know she won't be able to say the full versio
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