Chapitre 347: Chapter 347

Diana's P. O. V

I always thought that, people who changed the first letter of one of their kid's name, in order to name the others were the most monotonous set of people ever created. And my grandparents were those type of people, who lacked a fiber of creativity in naming their children.

A good example being my aunt Nia, who stood in our kitchen, holding our blender, about to pour out a protein drink she must have concocted.

She was my mom's younger sister, by five minutes, so as you could have figured out, my mother Mia Netwood had a twin sister.

"When did you get back?." She asked, having the conversation in the wrong way. It was very easy to tell her apart from my mom, one they weren't particularly identical.

Makela pinched my elbow like a scared child clutching unto her mother. "And who is she?. You brought a friend over?." She interrogated, pouring her pink liquid into a glass.