Christina couldn't stand the devilish look on her aunt's face. "I know," Christina explained, "I got up early to cook something for lunch." She looked pleadingly towards Misha in the hopes she would let the subject drop.
"Who are you cooking lunch for my dear?"
Christina's shoulders sank. Her aunt was going to make her say it aloud. Letting out a heavy sigh, she turned her head away as she muttered, "Richard."
Misha patted the seat next to her, and Christina, resigned herself to her fate, sat down.
Christina had reached an entirely new stage of embarrassment; she could feel heat pulsating throughout her entire body. "Aunt Misha, I know what you're thinking, but it's not like that at all," Christina protested.
Being Christina Chase
Chapter 29 - Pyrrhic Victories
by Admiral Krunch