Chapter 62. Museum

Cristine's POV

"Tin-tin, why are you not eating your food, sweetie?"

I regained my composure when Mama suddenly spoke in front of me. I hadn't noticed that I'd been staring blankly for a few minutes now. I'm still thinking about Anton; I don't know if I should tell it to Aron or tell it directly to Auntie Grace.

My mind was full of thoughts!

I smiled a little and looked at my food.

"I'm just thinking of something, 'Ma," I said.

We both looked at the door when someone rang the doorbell outside. Laila immediately walked towards the door, all the way outside.

Later on, she came back.

"Ma'am Cristine, you have a visitor. His name is Aron," she said.

My eyebrows furrowed. What is he doing here? It's already seven in the evening.

"Cristine, what is the meaning of this?" I looked at Mama, who suddenly spoke.

I was about to answer her when we heard his voice from the living room.

"Good evening!" 

When I looke