Chapter 124

“The kind of hugs that leave that smell on clothes are like the ones Uncle Chris and Aunt Red give, or Uncle Richie and Aunt Nika. Long, tight hugs, so that they always carry each other’s scent. Uncle Sebastian told me that this is how we distinguish someone matched, be it an ordinary person or one of our own,” he explained to me, now with a very frowning brow and glassy eyes. “That perfume is the one Mom used, the one she liked so much; I remembered it when I smelled it. Do you want to marry Aunt Elena, Dad?”

I was left with my mouth open in shock. I was going to kill Sebastian.

“That?” was all I could say. “Seriously, what?”

But Mirko had a lot of Valinchenko in his character:

“I know she smells good, I also have a nose,” he said to me, with such an adult tone that in another situation it would have made me laugh, but this time it gave me chills. “But don’t you see? Aunt Elena is like my mom. Or have you already forgotten what you told me when we met her? S