Grandmother -II
Katrina closed her eyes to inhale a deep breath before she opened them again.
Annika was quite stubborn and quite convincing as well which Katrina had realized was a dangerous combination for anyone to have.
Under pressure provided by her peer, she had agreed to talk to her father about it.
The man who had never let her step out of the house without any concrete reason and never without security. The same man who had once shot a man in between the eyes and pierced the eyes of another man with a hot poker for just looking at her.
How in the world was she supposed to convince the same to let her out during the day when he was going to be busy with needs of a new and soon to be pakhan?
If anything, her father was going to tell her to stay in the hotel room, probably on the same spot that he had left her in so that his mind would be at ease.
She chuckled at her own misery. She was an idiot to agree to what her friend said. While Annika may get away with it, she would not.
Sofiya Orlov was the unofficial matriarch of the family. Since her father was of age, when her grandfather had passed away, he became the patriarch but her grandmother had placed herself on the platform as the female leader of the family. It may have been because of the reason that her father had had two girls and a female presence was required in their life.
She was a strict looking woman with barely any visible wrinkles on her face. Even though it was known that she must've had a Botox to look this good at the age of seventy-five, no one could look at her and just say it because her grandmother looked that good.
She had been sent a message to come to the parlor for some evening tea along with her cousin Natya.
"Alright," Natya nodded, "30 seconds to spare. Shall I knock?"
Katrina nodded. "Do it."
While there, fear and hesitant to meet with the matriarch of the family, may seem a little too much, it was actually because of the fact that she was a force to be reckoned.
When it came to their upbringing, Sofiya did not tolerate anything less than perfect. It was all but one step out of the line and their teachers would be called. One could only think of what would happen next.
Natya knocked and then waited for two seconds, maybe even three before opening the door.
Upon looking inside, just as the door opened, they saw the matriarch of the family Sofiya Orlov sitting down on the sofa with her cane kept next to her.
"Come inside, girls." She smiled, but it seemed like a stretch of lips just for formality. "We have much to talk about, a lot of ground to cover."