An angel

Amanda's parents observed Samantha in silence, noticing every detail of her. Starting from those beautiful eyes to her long blonde locks and her fit figure. Their eyes swept over her manicured nails, and they couldn't help but scoff at her outfit - she came there riding a bike, for the Moon Goddess!

Also, they couldn't help but recognise her.

«Come in, dear,» said the woman. «It's late, and you should be tired.»

«Yes, we also have something to eat. We can have a cup of tea.»

«Mama, where is brother?» Amanda asked, butting in. He wasn't in the house, so... In his lodgings in the second circle?

«Oh, he...» her father sighed.

«I'd like to introduce myself,» Samantha said. «I am...»

«Oh, we know,» the couple chuckled.

«You know?» she murmured, offended. How could her identity be so famous? She thought no one could recognise her at the first glance, and Rider, apparently, had been secretive about her.

«You're Renato's woman!»