"Gerrit, stop it, you'll make me burn..." He is hugging her from behind.

I clear my throat, they both turn around and look at me surprised. The boy walks away from Mila and comes to me, leaving a kiss on my cheek.

“Shame on you, Aryanna. How are you?”

“Don't worry, fine.”

“Ami, in a while we will start getting ready. Gerrit, pass me the salt, please.” —she tells her boyfriend.

I take a seat on a stool. I see them both moving around in the kitchen.

“That's what I wanted to talk to you about, I can't go, I have to accompany Silvain to a gala.”

She opens her eyes wide, speechless, stops what she is doing and approaches me.

“Because? It's not fair, did he tell you today, out of the blue?” —Puts a face, pouts.

Sigh.

"It's just that from one minute to the next the girl I would go with won't be able to, she asked me for a favor," I explain, omitting the incident from the document.

“Sure, and you didn't want to say no, I thought you'd want to go out with us.” —makes little eyes.

“It's not tha