She’s Allergic To Oranges
"She's in trouble," Kace mumbled to himself when he got a phone call on his phone. He used the binoculars immediately to see if there was any threat around her but they were simply talking. "What is going on?" He asked himself.
At the dining table, Michelle smiled at Anastasia as she placed a glass of orange juice in front of her. The air was thick with unspoken tension; they both knew Anastasia was allergic to oranges. This was a deliberate test. If she had a reaction, it would confirm her identity as Anastasia and not Selene.
"You know, Selene, I was the one who squeezed out the oranges, especially for you," said Michelle with a big smile stretched on her lips. "It's very delicious, you should have a taste," she added.
Anastasia glared at the glass of orange juice in front of her, the sharp citrus scent already making her nose twitch. She took shallow breaths, fighting the urge to sneeze.