Let tomorrow come

Chapter 4.

So what was the owner of a perky voice like, who, by the way, was not reprimanded for his vivid display of emotions?

"Honey, let me take your coat. You don't have to undress yourself. This is not the case for a descendant of a noble family."

The boy laughed:

"Nanny Sophie, I know perfectly well what is and is not possible. However, grandma is always happy to see me, and you know it. I am a descendant of a noble family, (unlike some others), as you said. Everyone loves me."

He pursed his thin lips into a charming smile.

"Little sir, it's time to change clothes and go to the table."

The old woman and the boy went upstairs. Grandmother Eugenia always tried to make an angel out of her golden boy, and she herself took care of his appearance. John was twelve years old. But he looked somewhat younger, because his grandmother believed that all angels had curls and every couple of weeks she invited a hairdresser to the boy so that his dark brown hair would not lose its fullness and shape. Also, his wardrobe was in the latest fashion, thanks to the efforts of his grandmother. The boy was taught by the best teachers, not only governess Alice.

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"My beautiful grandmother, hello!" the boy exclaimed and flew into the dining room. Nanny Sophie pulled out a chair next to Eugena and pushed it towards the boy.

The grandmother immediately began to smile and show her grandson all kinds of attention. Her severity turned into cordiality. The child was given special dishes from the chef. And this curly-haired angel sat and smiled, receiving all the attention from everyone sitting at the table, except our heroine.

Christina became quiet and watched with her big sad eyes what was happening. It seemed that an atmosphere of absolute happiness reigned in the house. But she seemed to be aloof from all this, no one paid attention to her. Finally her brother noticed her:

"Well, are you sitting? Silent girl, I'm much better than you, and I always behave as I should, right grandma?"

The grandmother stroked her grandson's head:

"Of course, my angel! Take the lollipop and run to play."

The boy grabbed a large lollipop in the shape of a horse and, kissing his grandmother on the cheek, ran from the dining room up the stairs, straight into the room with toys. The nanny hurried out after him. Grandma thanked everyone for the meal and looked sternly at Christina.

"You're going to go rest, because you're probably tired, and then do your homework with Mrs. Alice. I'm waiting for dinner, and don't be late. Anne, please look after her."

The girl curtsied. After that, the grandmother left. The house immediately became quiet. Only the ringing voice of John could be heard occasionally, playing upstairs with his favorite soldiers