Possessed hearts - стр. 8
But the Morgan Castle would be a great place for a photo shoot. I can see it: a frail model in an almost transparent dress looking like a ghost against that gloomy gothic backdrop. Should I ask Markus' permission? But who would be the model?
Misha. Yes, it's worth a try. She's so beautiful and delicate… No. It might compromise her in the future… Maybe that Japanese albino model I shot a year ago? She'll fit in perfectly with this one.
– Maria!
This loud exclamation made me distracted from what I had already seen in my imagination, and I don't like to be interrupted while creating an imaginary picture.
But it was my little sister Misha. I let her do everything. She ran towards me down the paved path, wearing white sneakers.
I smiled happily.
Misha. Frisky and energetic as usual. The skirt of her short white dress was billowing and her long golden hair, like mine, danced beautifully in the wind. She is beautiful, my little sister. She is so much better than I am. And I do not wish her to know of my sleeping with mortals. To fall in her eyes is the most unbearable thing that could happen to me.
Misha ran up to me and we squeezed each other in a long hug.
– Maria! I'm so glad! You're finally here! Why haven't you ever come? – Misha said happily, pulling away from me and grabbing my hands.
– The question is, why haven't you ever come to Toronto to see me? – I answered with a laugh, squeezing her palms in mine. – Oh, my friend, how I missed you!
– Missed you so much that you didn't even bother to come to my twenty-fifth birthday party? – Misha said in a resentful tone. – Everyone was there! Everyone but you! It's not fair of you!
– Well, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I repent. – I hugged her again, and she eagerly responded to my embrace. – You're so beautiful, Misha, I can't believe you're not nineteen anymore… You were nineteen when we last saw each other, weren't you?
– Yes, but I'll be twenty-seven soon! And you have to swear that you'll come to every birthday party.
– Okay, I swear, but don't take offence.
Misha laughed happily, grabbed my hand, and led me up the wide steps leading to the main entrance of the castle. She was almost running, and I tried to keep up with her in my high heels. I turned round to see what Martin was doing: he was taking my suitcase out of the boot of his car.
– No, Martin, put it back, I'm staying in a hotel," I told him.
– What?" Misha suddenly stopped abruptly and I bumped into her. – Why a hotel?
– Because my relationship with my parents and Mariszka is not as rosy as yours, – I explained. I lied. My parents and Mariszka had nothing to do with my desire for privacy at the hotel. They may have heard my lies now, but I just couldn't be here. I couldn't.
– But that's just…
– No, Misha, don't insist.
My harsh tone embarrassed her. And I immediately regretted it. Misha is a very easy target, fragile. She always takes things personally.
– I'm sorry. Please don't insist, okay? – I asked her in an affectionate tone of voice. – I have my reasons.
– I just thought… I haven't seen you in so long… You're going to leave so soon! – Misha mumbled, looking down at the driveway.
– Yes, I'm flying back tomorrow morning," I confirmed quietly. – But I'll definitely come to your birthday, I will!