“Let's meet her,” Ivan said, taking my hand in his warm grasp and giving it a gentle squeeze. I smiled, though I was nervous about meeting someone from his family for the first time since regaining my consciousness. I wasn’t sure if we’d met before when I had my memory.A girl with dirty blond hair was eating a forkful of pasta, her eyes closing in satisfaction. A helper stood behind her, and the table was filled with food. Sensing our presence, she opened her eyes, her cheeks flushing red. “Sorry, I started before you both joined, but I was starving,” she said, sounding like a child.Ivan chuckled and added, “I’m happy you’re enjoying the food. That’s a rare side of you.”“I’m not that choosy,” she pouted, her eyes meeting mine.“Amber,” she said with a smile, revealing a small dimple on her right cheek, a small button nose, and glowing fair skin. Her eyes were brown, unlike the blue eyes often seen in Russians. I felt someone nudge my elbow and looked up to see Ivan’s concerned eyes
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